Aging
At some point you wake up and realise you’ve aged; you’re an adult now. You look around at the other faces of adults, some you may have been kids with, played with marbles together or made sculptures out wet dirt. Your faces no longer laced with childish joys and the sticky, sweetness that children manage to smear everywhere. Your faces were now weighed with responsibility and choices and taxes and relationships that couldn’t be fixed with a ‘sorry’ and a piece of candy. Now as you sit glancing out the window of the moving bus you see faces of forgotten friends, friends you had outgrown along with them simpler times you may never get back. A glance around the bus you see many people you’ve never met and the only thing linking you together is the need to get from point A to point B and you wonder if they realise they have aged too.
