One is there, the wind comes softly whispering or barking, it's a dog that stares at you, it smells your fear and barks, you feel it bite you, it sinks its fangs so that your thoughts bleed or run so that you catch the bus, it's another journey, where the landscape hits you.

Other faces laugh, they know you're lost, you ignore them and look through the glass, it's like a mirror that shows you the escape, but it rains, it rains outside, it rains inside, the thunder breaks the silence, you don't hear your inner screams, you only see when the water increases, it's a river that comes out of your eyes, the pain increases, the anguish and you realize that the bus is taking you to other frontiers where dreams are hindered, they fall under the rain, the journey breaks the night, it breaks your life, you tell the driver to stop, you need to get off so that the storm can feed on your body, wash away the uncertainty that turns into fear.

The driver doesn't stop, he knows that the night and the storm are not good company.