Waiting for no Bus

There are times that we feel our life have come to its end.
At the bus stands where no buses any more; to go nowhere.
Yellow dim lights..just the silhouettes of dogs, drunkards and prostitutes.
no calls or messages to our phone. life is disconnected.
no more hope. no more sun rises. eyes can only see the past.
where the all meanings we thought as real are getting in to kind of empty jokes.
when any one could be a substitute for your space and no one would care.
when you feel all the life you came through is just an imagination in your head.
At where you feel, who am I?
at that time life is at its end.
I don't feel like getting a new beginning. Every beginning should finally come to this hopeless nights at empty bus stands.
If you are strong enough to cheat your self until the body tells you the time to go..you better wait for the next bus.
But I prefer, waiting for no bus..
just waiting at this empty bus station.