Jump from the hook. You’re not obliged to swallow anything you despise. See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life, and they got no right.
She sang along to the song creeping its way through her mind. With her back against the cool park bench and the wind in her hair, the breeze seemed to hum along with her. The exact tune. And now words. She turned to find a young man leaning up against a tree, head in a book.
“So enlist every ounce of your bright blood, and off with their heads,” he sang quietly to himself.
“You listen to The Shins?”
The boy lifted his head to look at her, his hair following lazily. “I love that song.” He smiled sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind.”
She returned his gaze. “Never.” The boy journeyed over to the bench and sat adjacent to her.
“I find such truth in the lyrics. It’s true, sleep is sometimes not easy to come by.”
She nodded just as her bus arrived.

Drawing cryptic lyrics onto the dirt film on the bus window, she knew she had to see him again.
‘Til the need seeps in