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- feeling good // nina simone 

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the small ringing of the bells that hung above the door rang through the inside of the store, signalling that someone had entered. The lollipop that was slowly melting inside his mouth moving cheek to cheek, staining his tongue. His pitch black, messy styled mullet waved in the small wind caused by the air conditioning making a shiver run down his spine. His platform, black Dr. Martens patter against the dirty floor tiles as he made his way around the donut store. His hands were stuffed in his leather jacket pockets, fidgeting with the newly unopened cigarette box.

His fashionable outfit consisted of a ripped rock and roll band he knew nothing about, only wearing it for the aesthetic. Just barely showing from the hem of his shirt peaked his black, jean shorts that had knee ripped fish nets running down his longs, slender legs. And then finally, his Dr. Martins. They had mud running along the bottoms from running in the rain and had scuffs all along the sides from falling down several times.

The crumbled cash that was stuffed in his pocket was hastily shoved onto the counter, hesitantly being taken by the cashier with a small sigh. He brought his hand out of his pocket only to reach up to his face, pushing back the sunglasses that were perched on his nose as his gaze was still down on the cashier. It was a few seconds before a small box that had a homely bakery smell was placed in front of him. He gladly took it before walking away and out the door.

The shine from the setting sun shone upon his tan skin making him look ethereal. His black hair flowed more in the wind making it even more messy as he subconsciously shivered from the cold wind on his exposed legs. He looked left, then right before walking off the curb and onto the street. He stumbled a few times over small pebbles making him dryly chuckle at himself. He stopped when a 3 foot tall concrete wall was in front of him. He easily stepped up onto it before continuing forward in the grass that had peaks of flowers scattered. The grass made small brushing sounds as his feet brushed past them tiredly, his legs barely keeping him up as his knees were just as tired as his eyes. He paused his peaceful walk when he had reached the middle of the field. He plopped down in a cross legged position, setting the box on his thigh. He opened the box lid, letting off a small smile at the visual of the prettily decorated donuts. He easily picked one out and started biting into it, watching the sunset from the field.

Nobody would expect the small broken boy to enjoy something as simple as donuts and a sunset, but to him it was the world. This was the proof that he wasn't completely helpless and could actually feel something. Enjoy something. He felt like a dying flower. It's now un-happy petals were rough, colorless and sad, yet whenever water would be put on it, and sunlight was exposed, it took every opportunity to drink up the happy life given. It was a cycle, a cycle it never seemed to get sick of. Never let itself die, always trusting the sun to keep it alive, never loosing it's hope, only to be let down over and over again. He put all his hope in his family, his friends, his body, only to be let down every time. He trusted his family to provide a safe and healthy home for him, or at least a roof over his head. lies. He trusted his friends to always be there to talk to, to always have open and welcoming arms. lies. He trusted his body to fight for itself, to signal it's hunger, it's exhaustion, it's dehydration. lies. The only thing his body gave, were signals to his mind telling him that he wasn't enough. The only thing his body took was the pain from others. It didn't take the protein from food, he's just that messed up.

So yes. as simple as it is, sunset's and donuts meant the world to him as he knew he wasn't completely dead inside yet. 

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