Mandrisco Strawbowski

The bitter cold is not what I focus on as I stand outside. No, it is not nor is the numbness my face starts to feel from being outside for so long. No, it is the fact that I may be waiting because of what some one has decided to do to me. This is not the first time that I have run into this type of perversion, and this will not be the last either. As I sip another delicious bit of my now luke warm coffee I feel that these perverts are less important than the last time I said it. They are less important to me and dumber by the second. As my mind swirls around the frustration and bitter cold I relax. I have decided to find one of them. My focus lingers on the icy air and my now focused mind. I really only want to see if they are close.

As different faces pass through my vision, I see the non-descript faces of those that are either following me or there for another reason. As I take another sip of my coffee, I gather that this is still apart of the ongoing madness that my life is and my frustration settles. As I swallow my ideas and focus on my numbing feet and face. I think of cameras, the cameras are there constantly and my not to paranoid mind concludes that I either agreed to have them follow me or I have deluded myself into believing they are there. Some may ask “where are these cameras?” and I would reply “everywhere”. Did my mind jump from one topic to another? No, no it has not, will I still try to find “one of them” maybe. I walk away to stand at another bus stop. My thoughts are now focused, and time slips by. As the bus approaches I get on and ride and as the sun sets I see that time has passed and I may have been outside for a little over an hour. Not frustrated by this because I knew that this should be a successful trip. My mind lingers on my next task to find a demon.

Does this shock anyone?

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Published by David Vaughn

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