The boy that has limped over to sit next to me at the ferry terminal has left me two seats out of courtesy, enough to not destroy the polite stranger bubble. He has one strong leg and another that has been bitten away by cancer, leaving him with the a leg the width of an arm. Young kids bustle down the hallways, with their screams to get to the wind up plastic car that you pay to control, in their small minds is freedom. They don't know the meaning of politeness as their playful screams bounce off the walls and one man jolts upright as the echoes reach his ear.
I see the beauty that seeps between the cracks of the walls. A couple heartily embrace and then rush off to separate jobs, blowing kisses in the crisp air.
Waiting for the bus, gives me time to decipher my worldly atmosphere all around me.
Csl automotive, a mechanics garage is rolled open by a large man bursting out of his overalls. He has a small brush of balding hair across his thick head. I like the interestingness of the way people behave, or their carefully picked out items of clothing.
There is a vivacious cross-dresser on my bus, complete with purple hair and a pink attire.
A man in a pinstriped suit, sprints like a child foolishly running in a running race, for his ferry - he can't miss it or he will be late for his pinstriped job.
I'm crossing a bridge on the bus, and there are lightbulbs scattered along the bridge, the springs sticking out and glass smashed on the road.
It's hard to believe that everyone on this bus, has a screaming mind and a body filled with life.
I love you and I'll see you soon.