Writing from the School Bus

Writing from the school bus hopelessly trying to divert myself, getting lost in the lyrics and thoughts, noticing my handwriting suffering from the bumps and turns, noticing my thoughts getting jostled with each reckless move as well. Nobody notices my pencil glide across the page, creating rhymes with snide. Nobody notices me raise the volume ever so slightly in my headphones. People don't notice much but themselves. They're lost inside a pretend conversation and a fake reality; all while I stay lost in my mind, creating bittersweet, secluded worlds on the blank of a page in the crevice of my mind. It's so easy to get lost, but how difficult is it to find yourself within it all?