e is quiet.

ears, but it is not enough to d

atching the world blur past in f

ut my thoughts remain

don't have a desti

Anywhere but not back home, anywhere but

passengers sit scattered around

worlds. I wish I could be like them;

, caught in the limbo between wha

etic leg pressing uncomfortabl

at I am not like everyon

ence every time someone looks at me.

ability, the one who cannot quite

again, trying to push

us. I need to

w how to keep moving when I do

nd a bend, and I nea

to steady myself, feeling the c

ompletely alone. And for the first t

ou alr

sharply to see the bus driver lookin

d face and tired eyes. He must ha

tight smile for

my voice coming out more

say anything else, but

, my fingers twitching ne

liaca. J

g. But what else is there t

is the uncertainty that swirls around me

turn, and I see a sign fla

a place from a movie; pe

t is what

ination, but about finding some peace, some

An hour? Two? The sun is beginning to dip low i

ight to soft, golden hues. The sun feels like a warm blan

my mother. Let her know I am okay, but... I cannot. I cannot go back. No

on in my shoulders start to relax. Maybe I am

e. The houses are small, spaced out like a

but the peacefulness of it draws me in. I want to believe

as it comes to a halt. I take a deep breath and step

tillness of this sleepy little town. For a secon

etic leg clicking on the pavement, an

the kind of place where everyone knows your name. I could go in, sit down

annot.

teps echoing in the quiet night. The air smells differen

ome dark. I am not sure what I am looking f

I se

a jacket that looks like it is seen better days. He does not turn when he hears my footsteps

to walk the other way. But my feet do not move. I ta

ut. My voice sounds s

s cap, but I can feel them on me, weighing me, sizing m

he asks, his v

No, I am not lost

ust stands there, studying me. His presence i

, but before I can turn

e's something in his tone that sends a c

I turn and walk away as fa

t I feel like I have