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.