333 words (2-2.5 minutes)Today I saw a boy sitting at the bus station. I suppose he is a man really its hard to get that in my mind. man it sounds like he should be in his 40ís. But he was not he was in his twenties. Out of all the benches (most of which were empty) in the bus station he was sat on one with two mothers and two little boys on it. He looked out of place. But the thing that struck me was his expression.it just said "I want to be any where but here". That does not mean he wanted to be on a different bench.he did not care about where he was. He wanted to be in a different place all together.
I didnít really think about him until I got home. I looked at myself and I saw the same thing I saw in him. I donít want to be here I donít like where I am. Iím looking for something but I donít know what and I know I have not found it. The two little boys were looking at every bus for number twenty seven and it seemed so important to them. I wish I could find something important to look for even if it is just the bus with the two and the seven on it. But I can not and there is nothing keeping me going Iím just sailing but the momentum is winding down and Iím terrified of what will happen when I stop. I want to find my two and seven, the important thing to hunt for but I donít know where to look for it. Iím not asking for you to tell me where it is but I just want a clue.
Yes this is a cry for help but can you see it? Will you help me? No you wonít and do you know why? Itís because no matter how hard I try Iím never going to be your twenty seven.