Time will tell, if you get out.
The cars drove by,
the dark hung close.
The music was familiar,
so he sang aloud.
All around him
everything was the same,
but only in the heat of day.
He watched the sky in question,
wondering what would happen
if he just left
and never came back.
All he needed was money.
And a plan.
Then he was gone.
The wind would blow
as the cars flew by.
His body shivered
and he sunk into his jacket.
The sun still wasn't ready to play.
Lost in thought,
he found himself wandering
around in a brand new world.
Nothing looked the same,
everything was blank.
People had no faces,
stores had no names.
His life spun before him
and his heart sank down
down
down.
Maybe in a week,
maybe in a month.
Only time could tell him
when he would leave.
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I'm a 23 year old with a strange sense of humor and passion about animals. Often times my name and the word "weird" are interlinked - not as suspicious, but more addlepated or curious. I love the smell of old books and only gave in to owning a Kindle because of its advantage to having several books in hand at one time. I used to spill artwork from my fingertips, but lately with Death, Debt, and Unexpected Life Struggles words and pictures start to only frustrate and hurt me more. I believe my place is either at a desk in a classroom or in the field of learning, and was one of the only kids who hated missing days at school. I'm pursuing my education level at a slow pace for a self-payer, but I thoroughly believe one day my writing will take me where I want to go. I don't expect to become a novelist, poet or journalist - but I do strongly acknowledge my continuing experience with the English language (and some German) is my calling in some field out there somewhere. Now I just have to keep writing [life works are like a map in progress] and I'll eventually find where that place is that I want to be. Im considering Biology, Zoology, and Veterinarian.
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