Theos

I walked down the open road and saw my life before me. Options and choices and decisions. Great careers and dead-end misery. I saw marital bliss with many children. I saw a solitary existence of loneliness.

Time stood still as I watched my life. All the clocks read 9:34 as I heard the same song in my ears over and over again. Reminding me. All the things I'd loved and gave away. All I things I loved and lost. But one thing had remained constant, though, in my sad little world. The silence.

But then the snoring of my sleeping past threatened to awaken. The shadows of my future peek through the dirt stained windows of my self-created Hell.

Every 30 seconds sounds an alarm. But the snoring continues.

I try to leave but a blind man waits for a bus and asks me if the bus that just pulled up is a 19. I say no, It was a 32. And I ride away. This 32 is going to take me to a path. But the self-doubt begins and the glow around me dims and flickers. On and On I ride. We ride. 20 of us in this ship now. Each with destinations and ideas of our own, our lights slowly dimming with each mile. And, what will become of me?