Standing at a bus station, waiting for a train.

After all this time of teaching myself patience, I realise; what exactly am I waiting for?

No one is aware I am here. Nobody knows I'm waiting. So what do I think is going to happen?

Even if I find the train station, I don't know where to go. Or rather, I know very well where it is I want to go, but I don't know how to get there. Uncharted journeys are sometimes less of an adventure and more of a frustration.

Next stop: __________. I don't even know.

Oh, how many times I find myself wanting to simply go back to bed.