Count backwards and maybe it will be ok

12:15 am-
Harbour Town Shopping Center.
"Solitude"
All alone, I hear something, I thought it was the wind blowing the bushes so I continued walking towards the seats but I'm stopped in my tracks by a fox. A wind calm and silence comes over the area. We are both locked on each others eyes, I could have peered into them for ever but I break the eye lock to see that he is un-feed. His skin was shaped closely around is bones. At the risk of dying he had shown himself so that I saw that he presented no harm to me. A second later and the calm had stopped and the wind proceeded to blow and I quickly looked to the seats to see how far they were but then looked back to see that the lone fox had moved on, but as I watched him walk away he stopped and looked back at me and he has left an imprint in my mind. His Golden eyes from the street light reflection is burnt into my head. Some things I just wont forget. He turned back and continued on in hopes to find something to eat. ("the cult life")


12:48 am-
Southport Cnt.
"Realising that one is safe"
An Pregnant addict slowly makes an dying attempt too find herself. The bus is not the place for her to be. Soon her candle will be blown out and the sand in her hour glass is slowly leaking out of the cracks she has created her self. She has ruined her own life and one perhaps the life of a new born...

1:00 am- Southport Cnt.
"Comfort"
I find comfort on the wall that I have my back to. The reflection in the window across the road shows the meaning of dreaming. I stare mindlessly into it as it is too easy to lose yourself in the dreams that you create. I have nothing to do as I wait for this bus, so I walk across the road to the window and find that it is cracked. Soon it will shatter or will be replaced, but it will keep the dreams that have been stolen from many that have been entranced in their own dreams.

1:25 am- The 705 bus.
"Cold world"
I'm living in fear of being alone. Every moment is cold, every minute is pain. I'll lay here forever as I am to scared to face the fear of showing love. The fear of telling her. I'll forever live in fear...

1:35 am- Surfers Paradise bus stop
"Ride to hell"
A bus for the dead.
Its Dark and cold. I zip up my hoodie. All alone, its just me and the bus driver. At a point I thought that he had no reflection, no soul. The lights are turned off and the glow from my phone lights my face. I can't sleep, he is waiting. I can't look, he is watching. I cover my ears, I don't want to hear the screams. This isn't the bus for me. I'm still alive, I can't handle that he sits behind me, looking at me and never breaks the lock between me and him. The next stop bring a fresh load of bodies for him to carve and take away, some one on this bus...isn't going home tonight. These are soulless people that have drowned them self in beer and/or anything else they were given, This will give them the power to feel free, limitless and alive...
To awake with a blur of a night that they drank to forget. To awake and do it all again. How do you say that it was the best night of your life when you only hear stories in the mourning of what you did the night before and you just put them together and then tell your own. A realisation that humanity failed in the part of self control.

Us humans can not help our self to greed, lust, power etc. All that I can do is stick to the change that I have made and stay to it. Never to return as what I once was. I then can sit back and watch how humanity reveals what it is going to do next. Will it remove the filth that rolled in or continue on with its own self destruction.

1:40 am- North Burleigh.
"Too pure" They come on crying but remained together. Holding each other in comfort. Holding each other in their arms. The golden rings on there fingers will never be removed. Their love is too pure to die...

2:00 am- Home
"dark"
I am home, in bed.
I am asleep, goodnight world.
Thank you for the show.

XXX