Alone

The start yet the End

I don't think you need to know much about me. I'm just the side character,  nothing extremely important I'll live a normal life but the funny thing is people surround themselves with the opposite. The person they desire to be. I seem to not I don't surround myself with anyone but myself .Maybe that just means I'm happy with myself or I fear commitment both are probable answers.I'm not very social as one would understand if they were ever the side character. Being social was for the main character, not the side one who will utterly forget like everyone else. This story will only be about me because I can't really think of anything that wasn't just me so why read it? good question I can't answer that for you.It's your choice, close this Wattpad and fill your eyes with someone else words or read mine .I'm not telling you what you should and shouldn't do. It will not change the outcome of this story so lets begin 

I live on the second floor of my two story house .The room on the left with one widow facing the street. The thing about my street is only those who are alone can see it for those together cant see the unusual or what I'd consider quite differing .People alone look for the smaller details look for the small things because they've seen the big things. Nothing more is left to capture in their minds . Continueing my street tends to be quiet .No one would go on unless they need a shortcut to work or the highway is backed up so what's the use but at night when the world has closed it eyes like a light switch only to be turned the next day. The streets are quite but truly their not  a car will pass throwing the curb slush onto the sidewalk with cracks they will repair next summer when the butterfly return.The quiet hum of the moon trying to rest the world to sleep. You can hear  light buzzes sirens. Chaos is happening all around us but we seem to pay no attention to it .I tend to sit on my second story roof and just listen .You can perceive so much when its quite