a memory from the darkside

i look through the morning bus' window. empty streets, never ending roads, clouded lights. a sleeping city beyond the wall of glass, surrounding me in its silent embrace without felling me. without even touching me. i feel nothing. i feel myself as if i am nothing. nothing in this moment, as my sad, empty eyes sees the city passing outside. nothing as i hear the regular noise of those who, oblivious to my presence, to my being, share that space with me. but not a feeling. not a dream.

alone. i am alone with everyone.

i step outside the bus somewhere. i look around; nothing that i know. like a free fall. i turn my eyes to the bus that, oblivious to me, resumes its trip and goes away. as if i had never been there. what do i feel? the world passes me by as i stay behind.