The Sea of People

Jamie sat in her seat looking at the street in front of her and wondered why she seemed so disjointed. The secrets she had weighed heavy on her mind. Her inner turmoil churned within and there seemed to be no end to this storm. In her head, the days had no meaning; the nights had no comfort; and time was just a word. She waited and watched the cars pass by her. Everything seemed to be moving around her and she just sat, as still as a statue, frozen in place. The icy wind blew and bit at her exposed fingers and nose but she couldn't feel a thing. In time, she would come to realise that this was the reason for her unrelenting flu. Right now, she didn't feel the cold. Cigarette in her hand, half burned, and she hadn't taken a drag yet. Even that seemed to move when she hadn't. This would be her last, she thought. She knew that it would be last and instead of puffing away, almost desperately like a drowning man with no hope of surviving, she just let it burn. When it burned down to the filter and her fingers could feel the heat,she just let it drop. No point holding on when there was nothing left to hold on to. Jamie reflected on how she had gotten here and considered where she might go. It made her head hurt so she stopped. Behind her the bus pulled up and she got on. Now she was a part of the movement and her face was as insignificant to others outside as others' had been to her.