Is this what you'd imagined?
A bus careens across baked pavement. Weeds grow tall by the roadside as the insects swarm forth from Tallahassee by the plague. Still she can watch the world unravel through rose-colored lenses.
Now it is time to say goodbye to a multitude of friends made along the way. Life after life, hope after hope breeding dream upon dream.
This isn't your flight. This isn't your land. This isn't your song.
The end will stutter. And then you stood too quickly, against advice. Your blood pressure plunged, and rather than falling you tilted your head forward to vomit.