Ti-Ev

The bus and its anonymous driver….thought about so many times in the context of another.   Wishing for something that seemed so unlikely.   My deepest evil thoughts brought to the surface and aimed at someone else.   Always spoken of jokingly but never thought of in jest.   Repeated over and over with increasing urgency. Never feeling guilty for the evil thoughts within. Thoughts can be altered in the blink of an eye. Dreams crash like waves against a rocky shoreline. Pain cuts so deep you can feel yourself bleed. The weight on your chest threatening to make your heart stop. The bus and its anonymous driver…. still requi