12 January 2013
There I was just riding on the bus
Rain trickled down the window as the night turned into dusk
It was quiet, I was warm and comforted by the music playing..
I glanced out.. And there.. In the doorway.. No cover.. He was laying..
My eyes watered up..but the bus I was on didn't stop.. It just kept on straying..
It's cold this time of year here, have a heart.. Lets hope you never end up having a bed that doubles up as a pavement..
Seen Better Days • Opuss № I