I dreamt of a bus.

We sat there waiting for it to stop. 


When it did we had a choice to make. 


If we left we would end up living the lives we were meant to, being with the people we were meant to be with, learning what was meant to be learned, seeing what was meant to be seen. It would have been as if our lives had never gone of track. 


and if we stayed....


everything would remain just AS IS. 




All the fighting, all the anger, all the sadness, and the little bit that felt like love would be constant...


forever. 






I can't say that I didn't want to leave the bus 

but I know I couldn't move an inch.