Mark Brooke | 05.12.2011

The bus moves forward with the same pace. Halting at the usual stops, picking up familiar faces.

Yet, for Mark, these people were just part of the passing atmosphere, like a passing cloud or something.

Mark wasn't much of a people's person. He would prefer blending into the crowd than standing out. He didn't like people very much, in general.

He had his reasons. First being, they judge. Judge, judge, judge...

Mark wasn't gloomy or sad on most days. But, people, except for the ones he liked, killed the joy which he would very well like to experience.