You will find passion in transit.
Before you stop running he will trip you.
~Anonymous
Passion Fruit
And I was on the bus minding my own business. I let everyone know that I was minding my own business because my headphones were set to the loudest volume. The bus is always more interesting when peoples voices are muted. I tend to place my own conversation in their mouths. I was watching a young woman explain to her best friend the joys of sexuality manipulation, I think. She was very animate about this topic, she was probably saying “Never pay for drinks. Always look for the most desperate man in the club and give him some attention. Show some skin too” I looked down in disgust at these shallow words I put in her mouth. I feel bad about how I feel sometimes. I feel bad that I don't li
sten to peoples conversations. I don't give them a chance to defend themselves. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Countless people have told me to turn my music down, I was sure this was another annoyed patron. I readied my fake smile and sappy apology. The same one I've used countless times. I turn to the source of the tap and looked right into the face of Passion. I've never been face to face with the physical personification of anything before but here I was starring Passion right in the face. He mouthed a couple of words I couldn't hear. I lowered my headphones.
sten to peoples conversations. I don't give them a chance to defend themselves. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Countless people have told me to turn my music down, I was sure this was another annoyed patron. I readied my fake smile and sappy apology. The same one I've used countless times. I turn to the source of the tap and looked right into the face of Passion. I've never been face to face with the physical personification of anything before but here I was starring Passion right in the face. He mouthed a couple of words I couldn't hear. I lowered my headphones.