i make my way down to a park of some sort.
my brother would take me to parks when i was little.
i never really knew why
i set myself down on the swing, my legs feeling weak from all the walking.
i hope your ok.
please be ok.
i keep waiting for some miriacle to happen, like you showing up.
ive ran out of those.
i dont even know why im waiting for you.
i havent known you for long at all
but its something about you.
maybe thats why i care your gone.
i cant keep waiting on a swingset.
i look half dead.
ill scare the kids.
i venture off until i reach a ran down motel.
i figured it was abandoned until i saw someone walk out of one of the rooms.
i have 4 dollars in my pocket.
maybe i can clean or something
