i was wondering say you built a town on a piece of cloth. and then under the fabric was a small void and you fingered it and slowly the town went down down the hole.

i thought of this at the bustop today and found myself pressing my finger into the bitumen.
i then lifted each foot and re-placed it softly steadily on the ground to make sure nothing was sliding.

then this car of scary men decides to stop in front of me and attempt communication. i snapped out of my fine bone reverie but immediatally wished it was of reality, that they could dissapear with a point of my bony finger.

the roadworks tonight!

I wonder if he knows i stare. i wont know when he dies and I don’t know what he does or what he did.
I just see him for about five minutes, he gets on my bus and gets right off. a brisk trip on the last bus of the last night.
I thought I could predict his moves. Throughout the two blocks and a roundabout
Until once that is his usual bus stop was changed. Roadworks ahead. he ran with his stiff sideways scissor waltz to the displaced bus.

I love him from a distance. My eyes so greedy that they could push the world flat on its face.
It's insatiable im desperate for every part of every moment because it’s fleeting. I wish for that which I love to not stop but
Then I wouldn’t have to cling so hard would i?
Id never Take it back.
I just hope he’s ok, had a great life and that here at its end it is all alright. What else can I do? A lost else, I don’t know.