airplane thoughts

destiny is a fickle bitch
i wait for the bus
except i don't.
i stopped waiting a long time ago

do i even feel something right now?
yeah i do
i feel the breeze kissing my face
i feel the solitude inside my heart

its there when i wake up
its there when i go to sleep
don't pity me
pity burns like hot acid

it doesn't hurt to be alone when you choose to
it hurts to be invisible
and i sometimes feel that way
i feel like i could carry the whole world

and yet, no one would even notice
the weight on my shoulders
the tears on my face

i get in the bus
i don't know where it's going
destiny is a fickle bitch
it always takes you places you are not ready to go.