unknown-entity

I stand there stood in my dark baggy pants, black coat, hair falling slightly over my face… the way I like it… I don't want people to look at me… but no one does… I'm a teenager… and as everyone knows teenagers are angry and easily provoked… or so the stereotype goes… as I stand there at the bus stop waiting for the bus… a light drizzle falls… I hardly notice it… my music blaring loudly into my ears… loud enough for everyone else to hear every beat… it's like a shield… don't talk to me, I can't hear you and don't want to talk to anyone… I glance at the other people stood at the bus stop… the usual assortment of freaks that get the bus… everyo

I'm walking down the street, quite quickly and my head down as usual. I've never had the patience to stand still, maybe I've some undiagnosed condition, or maybe I just wish I did. It'd be another excuse for who I am, I am constantly longing for an answer to that, something to blame for me. I pass all the shoppers carrying their bags, the faceless masses, living their lives, consuming other people's creations. As I pass them, I wonder if they notice me, it no longer bothers me if they do. It's no longer important. I realise that with all this daydreaming and letting my mind wander uncontrolled, I've reached my destination. It's not anywhere