Bus Thoughts: Next Stop, Misery

My salvation

The song.

Not supposed to at school

I do it anyway

How else can I think?

Not straight.

Walking on board

Dreading the chatter

Nonstop noise

Chaos

Hate it hate it hate it.

I stuck my earbuds in and turned my playlist on

Tuning the world out after the worst day of my life

All these days are the worst.

When I know every beat and every word

What is there to fear?

I adore every inch of these songs.

I stared out the window

Leaned my head against the bus seat

And realized

I have nowhere to go

After this bad day

There are a hundred more

What's next for me

Misery?

Nothing to do with my life until this year is history.

What a predicament

Tortured poet over here

Tortured musician?

My time for decompression

Is interrupted by people I want to want to be around

But I want

Solitude

Constantly

Next stop, misery

And there's nothing I can do about it

Except roll with the punches

And try hard not to punch back