Rain pours down the side of the bus window as I grasp to see the outside world. Everything is blurred and imperfect as the clouds steadily move faster upon us. The glare burns our eyes as we wait for the sun to burn them some more. People pass but their faces are never seen and the sky blurs into the fences with purple trees. I smile slightly to myself and wish for this blur to stay upon our lives. The expectations have been taken away and the surface doesn’t need to be seen. We can remain as strangers; we can remain as forgotten people who will never forget.
