I was driving myself insane. Traveling alone by bus and train.
Getting to work in a new place with no car. Three buses, one manta some say that’s still not far.
Talking to myself I look up. The Words on the book was so abrupt.
It was a sign about my life in a nut shell. The book looked good I could tell.
I watch because the smile on his face was sweet. This moment in time that we were meant to meet.
In a rush I ask out loud was it good? On a crowded bus not thinking to myself if I should.
He turn to me peaceful and relaxed. Not annoyed at all not trouble or taxed
He reply so strongly I think so. Who was the author I wanted to know.
Again he spoke up I’m the author this book is mines. Looking at the confident in his present had me lose for time.
Again at this point in my life were there’s moments of disbelief. I’m a writer myself to scared to publish with no relief.
We began to talk on a long bus ride. I asked all the question that fear could not hide.
He answered truly with knowledge he gain. And from my understanding we write in spite of pain.
We write whether good or bad. We write in moments when we’re mad.
We write because we cannot stop. We write whether we place bottom or on top.
In our brief moment it blew my mind. Talking to him came from a dream that was so divine.
My fears was gone and I was glad. The long bus ride was over from the time we had.
I want to know more I could not stop. Unfortunately he had to go so my bubble then pop.
He handed me his book and sign it too. Giving words from the heart that was true.
He said look him up and we would stay in touch. To be friends with an author was my life such?
My day was a flow of unreal. Each word I had bottle up I could feel.
So now you know that I feared my plan. Until my destiny step in and took me in hand.
So we talk and I’m now a publish author too. All because an encounter with an author, I then knew what to do.
Thank you Mr. Mark Dudley