pier 1,000,000,000

caught a sunset on its last limbs. we’re all scrambling to see them. like catching a firefly or seeing a shooting star. and i like the sound of my footsteps against the ground. for a second i’m back where i started, and i like it. my reflection says hello from the bus window. i guess some small part of me was right; the bus never ended. maybe neither did the waiting. but at least it’s gotten better.