I feel encompassed by sadness and anger, even though my eyes perceive differently. Whilst I was on the bus this morning, the commuter stopped to let in ten minuscule human beings in. Each with a fluorescent yellow hat on for easy recognition by their carer and only letting strings of joy and laughter out from their voice box. One boy had a stripey cardigan off which he proceeded to remove. Another small girl had a scarf on, that covered most of her face. The rest of us awkward beings on the bus awkwardly moved to make space for these creatures. As the bus moved on, up and down the crevices of the badly laid streets, the little creatures would scream out with joy and yell out "the bus is moving, ahhh!". The only odd ones out on the bus now were ones not wearing fluorescent bucket hats. No one could help but watch the children with love and wonder. Except for me, who just wanted to cry. Cry with fucking knows what, not hate, I could never hate such innocence , but I guess yearning for something to feel, so pure, so lovely, so clean. But how can someone filled with so much hate ever feel this? All it would do is blanket the feeling, until it got hot and needed to come out again. You can never get rid of this feeling.