I sat at the bus stop

I sat at the bus stop at the end of the world,around me the scene was blurred by rain and noise.And a dim light held its ground against the night,letting me see what little world there was that still existed free from the rain.
This rain was a violent one.And its sound chilled me to my core.

With me was man,man in all its glory and all its self loathing and disgust.He wore black and had lips scarred and burned by his nicotine lovers.

Here we sit,I said.And he replied nothing,in a loud voice to fight the rain.

The sound of the violence makes it hard to hear,but in his voice I could hear the whimper of conscience,of love,of self deceiving hope.
But the sound of the violence still resounds from valley to dale,and in it,his voice is lost.

We sat together for a time,sometime silent and sometimes letting our voices free.We spoke of religion,of the free worlds,of the finer points of coitus.

And when the rain stopped, man stood up and left.Leaving me nothing but the smell of stale ciggarete smoke and one cancerstick.

When he gave it to me he said keep this,and remember me as I am tonight,remember me as the whimper in my voice and not the sound of my violence,remember me as the man who shared the small light with you and last of all,remember me as the man who gave you his last ciggarette.

And he was gone,and the light seemed a bit dimmer and the night a bit stronger.
I pull out the ciggarete he gave me as I type this.I light it,and it tastes of the world.

I step out of the bus stop,and into the world,the glow of my cancerstick leading me forward like Rudolph’s red nose on a foggy night.
And with every drag,I remember.

I want to work in a jazz club one day
And i want to work in a seaside hotel
And i want to work on a fishing boat
And i want to hitchhike around the world
I want to spend days on a mountain
And days in a well just to be able to know what it feels like
this point right now where all i can do is imagine these wonderful things,really eats me up
we will spend our lives traveling the world
and living everday in a different place
that would be an awesome life
fuck money
we will be poor,but we will have seen and done things that most of the people in the world will never do
I have already planned my first backpacking trip
from here ->thailand->laos->thailand->here
6 months to a year
hitch hiking and walking
MAN i cant wait
from there,the sky is the limit
I HATE package tourists,seeing the world from behind glass panes and in expensive cars
what a waste
youve read norwegian wood right?
when toru travels japan,working and living as he goes
thats something i really want to do
travel and work from place to place,live with the people,and just see the world
fuck money
maybe we’ll buy a car,and drive around the world
a car that makes funny noises when you start it
leave civilization behind and drive from country to country,crossing every border
we’ll get a nice station wagon so we can sleep under the stars when we’re in the mountains
then we can tumpang on a boat and spend days and days on the open sea,where you cant see land and the stars…the stars GLOW at night,brighter than any city
once we get to the deserts we can travel with the nomads,and see the dunes shift like waves
we will shun all cities and live from town to pekan to kampong
with the real people,with the farmers and fisherman
we can sleep in barns and in corn fields
we can hitch hike and meet wonderful people
we will ride on trucks and tractors
and we shall name our station wagon lizzie
this is the image of my world
and it keeps me going
you and me,we’re gonna see it all toots
that’s my promise