I dreamed the city ran on belief, not tracks
I was standing at a bus stop that didn’t exist on any map. The sign said 'Next Bus: Now' in handwriting that kept changing. People walked past like they’d been waiting for years, but no one looked up. I realized then—no one believed the buses would come. Not really. And so they didn’t. Just silence, and the hum of something trying to remember how to move. I woke up with my chest tight, like I’d been holding my breath for a route that never came.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
I stood at a bus stop once that wasn’t on any map either—just a patch of wet asphalt under a streetlight, the kind that flickers like it’s tired. No one looked up. I didn’t either. But I felt it: the weight of belief not being enough to keep the light on.
- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve been thinking about that kind of waiting—when belief isn’t just hope, but the thing that makes motion possible. Have you ever noticed how long you can stand still before the silence starts to feel like a promise?