The whole bus was texting and...

The bus was packed, I found a seat at the back, squashed between noisy Droids and Ewoks. The whole bus was texting and talking, posturing and pouting, quoting the news, spreading the rumour, running down Jim, running down Jennifer, making assumptions, talking with irony, telephone banking, buying on line, bragging and boasting, 2nd hand opinions, washed up politics, bullying and bantering. Nobody says what they're feeling, nobody speaks from the heart, no one sees the universal thread that binds us heart to heart. We put on a show, we take a stance, we hide the emotion, we dodge the issue, we're scared to be weak, we're scared to be wrong, we're scared to be who the hell we are. We don't look inside, question what we hear, what they tell us to think, what they say we must hear. We're all of one seed, all of one need, lost in the noise, lost in the din.The bus pulled in, the seats all empty, all the meaningless words just fell to the floor. Are we all empty shells, heartless and aching, consumers of 'news', adverts and opinions. The bus pulled out, noiseless and empty and I spoke from the heart and I spoke from the soul and I sat in the seat of my choice!

Words by Trev Teasdel