When I was alone, I went out aimlessly to get on a bus.
The bus is not spacious. people sat, people stood. I stood, with my right hands gently hold the handle hanging from the vertical rod of the bus.
The bus is fast, the road is uneven, the bus is swaggering, I danced to the bus.
I got my hands free, I only danced to the bus, I only tried to regain and regain my balance.
That’s the bus dance.
People sitting stared at me, in a wired look.