Sadness.

Yesterday, there was this man on the bus.

He had had some things to drink and he was out of it to say in the least.
He told the bus driver that he had Parkinson's disease and that he did indeed have a few beers.

Everyone thought he was drunk because he couldn't sit straight in his chair and kept falling over. I went to help him and hold him up for a while on the bus ride.

I don't really know whether he was drunk or not.

But seeing him made me so sad. I felt like crying for him because clearly, he wasn't able to anymore.

When he talked, he sounded so spent and exhausted, like he had just given up on fighting the world back. He sounded like a man who had been chosen to shoulder such a heavy burden that after a while, it just didn't seem worth shouldering anymore.

He sounded so sad.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Don't get me wrong, it's hard not to smell it when you're trying to hold the guy up straight because no one else on the damn bus gave a crap.

His words were slurred too, but he was coherent and understood everything that we said. Which makes me mad because people started talking about him out loud saying that he should've known better not to drink when he has a known medical condition.

When i looked at him, i saw someone who was so sad that it was incomprehensible.

He could have been drunk. Maybe. Maybe not.
But that doesn't really change anything does it?
When people become drunk, they let their inner emotions come out.
They act impulsively on how they feel because their emotions are amplified 10 times.

That's why i don't know if he really was drunk or not.

Because i think that if i were him, i would've tried to drink away my sorrows too.

I hope he doesn't have to suffer much longer.

To that man on the bus,
Yesterday when i was alone, i cried for you because you couldn't cry.
Smile again, please. Because everyone deserves to be happy.