A ghost bus, slowly wating through the thick traffic.
Blurry lights dance on the fogged windows. The outside world is not real.
I blink in and out of existence—In one moment I'm suddenly here, just to slowly fade out again in the next.
When I'm not here, will someone else take my seat?
Blurry lights dance on the fogged windows. The outside world is not real.
I blink in and out of existence—In one moment I'm suddenly here, just to slowly fade out again in the next.
When I'm not here, will someone else take my seat?
A ghost alights from the bus. Floating shifts into walking, as I eventually materialize again.