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You used to sit and sit, uncomfortable a bit, then look up at the person sittin opposite you and smile. Now, you glance out the window as you sit and, take out your phone, if’n it’s not already there; and you peer at the screen with hardly a care in the world, as the time passes; then you finally stand; and still, there’s been no eye-contact over many a mile.

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JinxHeartSmile
02:06 Sep 03 2011

True. admittedly, I use my phone on public transportation to avoid talking to people. I used to be friendlier, but now I can tell you about the many instances of when people I've seen on the bus that did something that scared me or did something that was beyond weird. (I like to hang around people who fascinate me, so I don't scare away easily...)

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‘Whattcha wanna bet that the fellow sitting opposite me, with a holdall in his window seat and his back to the driver and, a tablet pc on his knee, with his mobiles screen before him on his palm, is in the T.A. or a rugby player, or even more likely, a medical student?’ I guess, as the train gets me halfway to where I’m going.

I’m in shade, from the sun, as I wait for my train; and I’m looking across the lines, as behind me, bright light shafts of light, shaft through leaves of many a hue, from branches still dripping raindrops. And overhead, the skies a fine light blue. An, over the way, where there was a line to North Wales, back when steam ran, the sunshine’s there; as brightly as it can be, after the rain.

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DestroyingAngel
01:51 Aug 27 2011

*a deep sigh*



VERY GOOD.

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NoctusAngelusProcella
11:12 Aug 27 2011

yes the sun is wonderful on your shoulders as bright as any friend that ponders at the wisdom of your words. very lovely words indeed

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How is that those who talk of respect,

demanding that there voice be heard

do not show those who they expect to

listen, the same sort of respect that they

might demand? It’s a thought that had

occurred to me, as I watched the News

just the other night, as many of us got

a fright, watching fires and the violence

and then heard the rhetoric afterward,

from those in positions of power, with

so little of it making sense to me, at all.

I got on the train at green lane, on a carriage already full and prepared to wait to wait, for a seat or my station; and, holding a pole I had, until one was vacated and needless to say, became mine. And, as time passed by, I listened to the young fellow looking like an older Oliver Twist, in a sharp grey suit, talking to someone on his phone, as he tried for a lift; who had stood next to me moments earlier, looking wistfully at his screensaver, of himself and, a young woman. And, the wistful expression on his face had been one I’d recognised from myself and, my Lady in Laura Ashley; who had meant so much to me, a thousand years ago, or twenty; when life had seemed so much sweeter to the taste. And back then, I’d worn that same wistful expression and I sigh with the memory: no lie.

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NoctusAngelusProcella
02:17 Aug 14 2011

lovely memories

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hellkid
01:23 Aug 17 2011

very nice. ^_^

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