He had a long day.
Sitting down, looking around, realizing this terrain completely foreign.
Wishing for others strength, wisdom, seemingly oblivious attention to distract himself, he never understood about how she had done it all those years. Wishing for a place to call home. He had one, but its seemed more vacant and more or less a bit of past he never wanted to return to.

He got back up and lingering down the path some more.

But he knew he had too, wanting to tell everyone he never wanted to see him again.
Oddly enough he still loved him but couldn't stand it.
he wanted to tell her, but he just couldn't.

Stumbling he collapses and sits there.

Wanting to go back to everything but he couldn't. He left. Sooner than expected his surroundings were more like a real "home".


He wanted to break down crying. He couldn't let himself or less he wouldn't a tear broke free of his eyes. He looked up to the star speckled sky. He smiled. That's all he could do. Or at least that's what helped him out.

He mumbled to himself, "Goddamnit man...how'd this happen."

Putting his head back down he smiled still, it wasn't a happy smile more like a just keep on smiling. It faded though.

His mind slipping away, vulnerable, to the world.

He entered a translucent thought process. Lost far away, he thought how far would he go? Till the point of no return? Past that maybe? Where is said point?

What if he wanted to go back to it all? Could he say yes and snap back into his life like nothing ever happened. Sure the surface would show that.

But on the inside he'd be watched. Yes. That's what'd happen. He's been there, except watching him. He'd catch it. He could always tell when it was going to happen. Always abandoning everyone see go cry alone.

He laid down coughing and gagging. He settles himself. He looked to his right, a vast plain of darkness. He looked up, he always loved the sky. He'd tell her of it's beauty from time to time. From ivory to a deep purple, he thought of her some, while looking at the sky, while listening to the silence.





He found home.
He would never again be happy like this for the longest time.

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I have never been confident in my writing what so ever.

Idfk. I call this a poem I guess.


"Ivory skies, and slate sidewalks."

A young boy packs his bags, the cute cliche,
Packed up all of his belongings in bandanna tied in a sweet, simple knot around a stick and tossed it over his shoulder with a full hatred and a reason to walk away.
Up and out of the bedroom he left his house and left without a word.
Not to say good-bye to mother, sister or a father whom he no longer cared for,
Out the door of the erriely dark house, he was gone without closing the door.

As the sun began to set he walked to his leisure full of intent to never return.

Hours later for the boy who could not hold a grudge forgave everyone and everything that has happened. Barely remembering what had happened.

He's went through it all before, but this time different, looking back not remembering why he was all alone there on that sidewalk that seemed infinite.
He just only murmur under his breathe that there was a reason for it and don't ever let your self get caught up in thinking about why.

He just looked over his right shoulder at first.
He turned around completely he looked at the sight.
He forced himself to turn back around and not look back.


There he walked, head down,it all behind him.
Ivory skies, and slate sidewalks.








I surprising remembered this all from my previous little episode yesterday.

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