Alone 1/19/99 2:06 a.m. flowers dance storm winds rise I walk this hill alone the dry, hungry earth reeks of thirst the impending rainfall yearns to burst and my legs carry on. Left, right left, right. Scuffle, scuffle dirt and dust trampled by my weary feet wisps of earth rise like spirits little twisters of their own. Sunshine smiles clouds increase winds in ever haste Cars race by me I keep walking listening to the murmer and the gentle sigh the trees unleash with every gust. The sun obscured, the clouds prevail and rain begins to fall. The sky is crying but I’m laughing as my clothes get soaking wet. And the twisters dwindle and they perish and my footsteps turn to slush. Splashes, splashes dirt and dust no more mud and water murky liquid everywhere almost home and yet not quite thunder rolls lightning flashes the rain just carries on and my laughter gives to teardrops and I feel so utterly Alone.
Reason for writing:
i'm not that depressing! really!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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