mortal thoughts on the 5 p.m. bus

i must admit that the bus ride does not feel as short as when it is with you. and with that i mean to say, i love you so much that i want to to spend my life with you, even if your company makes it feel like a mere moment. i am scared of a short life and a long death, but against the backdrop of blurred trees and paint-chipped road lights, i am less scared. because a life with you – no matter how brief – is a life worth living.