Yeah, there is no bus-guy. The four entries which actually had a subject (something I rarely do) are fictional. Well, there have been crazy people on the bus and around pittsburgh that I've seen, but I was trying to throw them together, and, yes, my own insecurities about my own sanity, as a character. I've been thinking about the character for quite some time now, trying to work out what sort of narrator would work, if any, doing little exercises in my actual (non-internet, paper) journal, but with little success.
So I thought, hey, livejournal. I could try to tell the story as if it were actually happening, and the format of just-a-little-text each day would actually be plausible given people's expectations of how lj works. And I would be under a lot of pressure to make it plausible, and it would be an interesting medium in that I would be forced to act as well as write. But, ugh. It's just too hard. I'm not up to it. I'm not good at being honest, but neither am I any good at lying. Making props would also have been hard. My handwriting would have given me away, too, I think.
Anyway, still in a creative mood. Interesting to find that the corny-depressing-song-writing parts of my brain don't actally need an explicit... let's say, "target", to function just as well as with one.
C E7/B Am C7 Tell me, some time F D7/F# G F/A G/B When you feel free C E7/B Am C7 Some half-past nine F G C G Would you walk with me? C E7/B Am C7 Under the moon F D7/F# G F/A G/B And the cool April wind C E7/B Am C7 Say it will be soon F G C G I'll feel your arms again C E7/B Am C7 Tell me, some time F D7/F# G F/A G/B Let me know some day C E7/B Am C7 Hold me some time F G C G And softly say C E7/B Am C7 That you see the music blowing F D7/F# G F/A G/B In the autumn leaves C E7/B Am C7 That you'll always be here with me F G C G And I'll never leave [repeat first verse]
