Not A House But A Tomb - 02I walked slowly behind the man, my fists shoved into my jacket pockets, holding my wallet in my right and an extra bus ticket in my left.The street was mildly trafficked; only two or three cars passed every few minutes. The evening sky glowed orange-yellow in the West, as it transitioned slowly from day to night. The only people on the sidewalks were this man and I. An eerie silence drifted in the air as the pattern of the passing cars ceased and the road fell vacant.I broke out of my trance, focusing on the clicking of footsteps on the dry gravel. Suddenly, I heard a song play sharply and I looked to the man as he pulled out his cellphone. He opened it without even looking to the caller-ID and answered happily.I tried desperately to hear his voice, but I felt awkward and nosy trying to listen into his conversation. I gasped lightly when I realized I had sped up my pace and gone 3 feet closer to the man."...Behind me..." I heard a excerpt of what the man said and I frowned. I think
Not a House But a Tomb - 01The teenaged girl looked out the window as the bus began to stir, making the scenery outside shake and drift away. Her earphones blared music of all sorts into her small, peirced ears as she tapped fiercely on her iPod with her thumb rythymically.She warily glanced away from the window to see the stranger who sat in front of her stand up and head slowly and carefully towards the bus exit. She sighed to herself and looked back to the window.From the front of the bus came a man dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket. Shoulder-length raven hair fell around his pale, round cheeks. He sat, replacing the person who had left just a second ago.The girl with angry music in her ears glanced again from the window, her eyes wide and wondering, to take in the form of the new person. The black-haired man wore simple running shoes, his left shoe's laces undone. He read the newspaper indifferently, seeming to be uninterested. Irritated, wearing a dissapointed frown on his face, he folded the pa
What Am I?I can't be labelledI can't be packagedWrapped up with ribbons and bowsI can't be keptI can't be cagedNot with a single holdI can't be convertedI can't be subduedAnd if you knew me,You would know so too.