routine

Casper_the_ghost

heavy pre-dawn skies

streetlights blurring past,

fractalized through frosted windows

unyielding leather seats leaching warmth from your aching body,

chilled metal against your shoulder where you lean

instant oatmeal warm in your lap and against your hands,

one of the few breakfasts you have the energy to make in the mornings

music playing through your earbuds,

just loud enough to drown out the clamor around you

so much life,

and yet you feel none of it yourself

heavy eyes closing against fatigue,

you barely slept again last night

but you do what you need to live

so you're on the bus as always,

mundane routine finally lulling you to sleep until you wake at your stop

and begin the day again

  • Author: Casper James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2021 07:30
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
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  • Paul Bell

    Brings me back to my bus journey years ago. Every stop was like a roll call of people getting on, getting off, and dying in the process.

    • Casper_the_ghost

      It can be a dreary routine for sure, but sometimes there's a beautiful sunrise or a quaint little scene that can break through the monotony. I like to think about those times when I get dragged down by the routine.



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