It's been awhile since I've been to this bus stop. Not the one by the road but the one middle of the forest. The forest that's open to all but seen only by those that truly need it. The one where so many come to think about even the most random of things in hope that their mind might leave just a little less compact. There's the kids to watch on the playground. Makes me rather nostalgic really. Remembering times so simple that all you had to worry about was if the girl next door had the same crush on you that you had for her. She was beautiful. They all were really now that I think about it. I still feel the small pieces of my heart that belong to the select few of them. Archived away so as not to grow to fond of the past. For that's where it belongs. But enough of that. Where was I?

Rather nice day out really. The wind picks up now and then but the bench is still comfortable. Worn from the others here previously. Makes me almost wonder what goes through their minds. What complicates their day enough to force them to come here? Work? Family? Financial fiasco's that can easily send anyone to the insane asylum? Perhaps something simple. OCD finally got the best of someone perhaps. Hell, there are times I can't even remember why I come here. I need to learn to focus my thought's instead of the others; however interesting theirs may be.

Rather nice day out. Perhaps I'll wait for the sunset. It's a good view. Watching the rays kiss the tree tops. Beautiful, almost to beautiful for even the most experienced photographer to capture. I do miss her; the old shoebox girl now that I think about it. The sunset always reminds me. Impossible not to really; despite how many moons have passed since then. Even a bottle Seagram's doesn't numb it anymore. But it does get a little easier. Day by day, I wonder what going to happen when the next one comes along. There's been a few here and there. Don't get me wrong, all of them very charming and very different in their own right. But even still she's in the back of my mind. Perhaps another bottle ought to clear that up. Nothing like a small pit fire and prayer to the Whiskey God to help a day's worth of thoughts. But simply coming to this bus stop to think is a little cheaper.... Bit of a toss up. Both have their pros and cons....

Rather nice day out. Kid just fell. Ouch. Seems like a tough little guy though. Only shed one tear. Is it good to cry? Is it bad to? Not sure. Been a couple years actually since I remember letting the water works flow. Not since the day she left. Is that bad? Hope that doesn't mean I'm a slightly dead inside. That wouldn't be much fun. Would make me worth much less too. Don't think I am though. Especially when I see the new brown eyes. She makes me laugh. Brings a part of me out that I thought I got rid of. Ah, the thought of green pastures. She is something special I'll tell ya. Damn that tall wall.... Pretty damn sturdy too. Bits of mortar here, brick there; self doubt and wishful thinking. Get close enough you can almost see the slight chunks of “What the hell are you doing?” Hard to read really, but I've looked at it for a few hours and I've seen between the lines. I'm good, but I don't think I'll be breaking that wall down anytime soon.... or ever really. Makes the Berlin wall look like a white picket fence now that I think about it. I'll just settle for the small glances and peaceful smiles. It warms me up like a bottle of Johnny Walker. I bet her kiss are just as smooth too.

Getting darker. The shadows are playing games with the earth. Most of the children are gone now. Guess dinner time had to come eventually. I remember that. Playing in the woods and hearing the whistle to get on home. I'll I could think about is if I just had five more minuets; me and my friends would be able to catch the evil bandits that were hurting the city folk. Stars are starting to come out. That sunset is just as beautiful as it always is. It's the fall time too. I'll have to look for my star. Wonder if it should consider it ours though? I did show it to her. Would it be right just to think of it as just mine again? I don't know. I've sent so many wishes to it. Some came true and for that I'm grateful. The others....I think it was just to much for the little guy to handle. Did she ever make one on it? I don't think I ever asked. I'll still call it ours. Out of friendship it does only seem fair that I do.

It seems like the woman of past are coming up today. Maybe that's the days topic. Wonder why that is? After so many years have gone by respectively. There was the spruce girl, blue-eyes and then the old shoebox. Still archived away all of them. Gentle slivers in my heart. Kind of like those warehouses with hundreds of shipping crates. Organized neatly towards the back. The containers are a different sizes but never going to leave that warehouse nonetheless. The rest of the crates are junk really. But those three; they may be dusty but they're always going to be special. Heck, maybe one day I'll have to make room for another. Never know, could be the new brown eyes.

Can hear the owls now. I could just sit here all night and listen to the owls and crickets make a symphony. Wonder if there's anyway to write them a thank you card? Obviously not but I think it's the thought that counts. If only they new that they were helping to lighten the soul of a man tonight. Them and this bench. But how to do I thank the bench? Maybe I'll come down here and put on a new coat of paint. That ought to cheer it up a little bit. Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Even an inanimate object can have a personality. Must say I feel a little better. Don't have everything figured out but least thinking about it helps. I do miss them, but mainly her. Time goes by slow these days but I'll get eventually. With help from one thing or another. Just have to keep faith. I'll try looking for my star tonight. Forgive me..our star.