Another bus ride

awaits

as I make my way to the bus stop
with an apple in my hand and 
pieces of it in my mouth.

The bus arrives
and the bus driver speaks to me 
in English.
I respond to him in Cypriot.
He takes a second to decide whether
he thinks I'm Cypriot
or just a foreigner who 
has learned the language well.
'One fifty please',
the last thing he said.
The bus starts moving and I sit.

I sit between Romanian, Bulgarian
and Russian workers.
Amongst us are some English
tourists
and you can tell who's on holiday
and who's not.

A Russian lady 
is on the phone
in Cypriot
complaining about the long working 
hours.
I feel empathy.
Taking a bus ride that takes an hour,
for the distance of fifteen minutes,
isn't something extremely pleasant if you're on your way to work 
every day.

I consider getting a motorbike.
Then again,
I haven't driven one before.
I consider getting a car.
Then again,
I haven't got the funds for it.

This starts frustrating me
but I'm in a good mood.
I am a worker
just like the other workers.
I will take the bus to work
because at the moment it's my only 
means of transportation.

30 minutes to go.

I want to apologise
for wanting you to be mine
when you already are
in a relationship
with
your
girlfriend
and partner in life.

i want to apologise for wanting 
something that isn't 
mine or anyone's 
or on offer at all.

i apologise for freezing 
when I see you
i have no words
i have no feelings
my heart gets tangled and i don't 
know
why
i'm apologising for something
that comes naturally 
and wants to shower you
like water
on a hot day.

Nobody knows this 
but i have no money on my name.
I walk around like I do,
cz I used to.
And when I used to,
I used to think money doesn't matter.
And it doesn't.
Cz life is now and not later
Waiting for the future
is ignoring that the present's greater.

Someone who sees me as art;
Not a piece of woman
Not a figure.

I've been infected
With restless whispers
And cheats -
Just like disclosure.
But I found closure
Knowing
You believed in what you heard
And not what you felt.
Who does that?
That - never mind
No one ever trusted the new self
That soon
Anyway.

Give way,
Go away,
Come around
But stay.

Dreaming in love

I woke up from a dream;
Wishing I wasn't dreaming.
The kissing was intense
And all that i was feeling.

It did feel very real;
And I thought I was there
Cz I was very happy
And love was in the air.

I can't believe I'm here
And that we're not together
But I still hope that this feeling
Stays with me forever.

Some Thoughts

Poor hearts feeling the pain.

They're like dry desserts with no rain.

We miss the point of having fun by

trying to prove it.

I'd rather be rejected for being real

than being liked for being fake.

Sometimes we are fooled into

thinking what we look at is actually all

there is to see.

We give ourselves reasons to be

angry, in an attempt to cover the

reasons we are unhappy.

Knowing how it feels to be helpless

should be enough motivation to help

others.

Shouting out for love but nobody's 

listening. (Not hearing, listening.)

Finding in him what you have been 

looking for. What if you have not

been looking for omething?

Too many numbers, I'm confused.

Say it how it is cz that phrased is overu