I walk alone, i walk alone, the air is hazy and very hot. the sky has a reddish tint to it. as i walk through the city streets, there's no one in sight, cars litter the road but they are all abandoned, some have smashed in windshields. there is trash and debris all over the streets.
I walk alone, i walk alone.
as i continue to walk i come across a park, the grass is brown and crunchy. the trees are all either dead or dying. there was a soccer field here once, now there is only one beat up rusty goal frame left. as i continue to walk i come across the house of an old friend, i go inside with the hopes of finding a friendly face, but there is no one. the house is a mess, things have been thrown about and broken, the doors are all ajar.
i walk alone, i walk alone.
as i walk back outside the wind picks up and trash from the streets starts to float around like a mini garbage tornado. i continue to walk, i notice a city limits sign signifying the end of the road. . .
I walk alone, I walk alone. . .
i like crunchy grass. wicked tasty
ReplyDeletewickedly accurate. We often do walk across things that are not pleasant to see or we see things we once loved in ruins. Wicked cook. "That's Brilliant"!
ReplyDeletethe part about going into an old friends house was really sad but really good!
ReplyDeleteget what i'm saying? sometimes the most saddest things make the biggest impact.
I like the "end of the road" part. it's really symbolic and a good way to end it but keep it open at the same time, does that make sense? :)
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