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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