emillie sits in the back seat of the bus called her life. she watches the road as it twists and turns before her. she sees the signs and knows she should take this exit or that exit but has zero will power to do so. she is aware of the coldness of the places she sits. metal holds the edges, but cloth creates a softness she cant move from. days turns to night, night turns to days, weeks to months and still the bus moves forward as she remains the passive rider. the seasons have moved on and each bearing a change of tempertaure within in her. she remembers the coolness of fall, the coulorful and playful expressions of the leaves that stuck to the windows. she can feel the heat of the summer when the bus travelled through all that was pretty and perfect. and of course, the bitter cold of a winter that arrived without permission. each season she knew it was time to leave the confines of the bus,take the step off and plant herself firmly on solid ground;her ground. yet the fear of forfeiting the ticket to a place of possible completeness held her behind the yellow line.
the bus rumbles and leans and takes the path to the next stop with quiet ease. she is resting now but knows she must move closer to the drivers seat. she is afraid as she knows each row she passes contains memories and feelings she knows she must meet the gaze of. courage is required. she places her hands and pulls herself up and moves forward. her steps are deliberate
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