vengeful youths [ongoing]

IV ; Letters from Truth (Part 1)

Written on April 18, 2017

IV ; Letters from Truth (Part 1)

It was so dark that night. Small golden flowers grew around me, whistling with the wind while they slept. The moonlight played its tune as I vowed to go back. But I would never return to that place, that horrible abode. The obscure sidewalk cement glistened in the darkness. I briskly paced through a city filled with nightlife. My jet-black curls bounced upon my back as I swung my leather bag. I passed by a packed shoppe, where the indoor LED lights contrasted brightly with the outdoor nightfall. The place was modernly decorated with glass and wood, and across a busy counter were colourful bottles of wine. A bold family sat near the window, all slurping their delicious bowls and munching on raw seafood. I thought I'd never get to taste happiness again. My knee length boots restarted their walk, passing cars, bright lights, panels, and pure nighttime glories. Yet it was all transparent to me, because such an brooding sadness drowned me, not allowing me to see the light in anything. I clutched my cerulean turtleneck, reaching for a pulsing vein. My blood pressure was getting higher by the second, and I couldn't do much about it. It was very cold, and this urban nature consumed me, leaving me a as a pure but lost soul. I fought back the tears, walking faster with every step. I needed to get there... but my mind didn't want to tell me where I was going. I was tired, confused, lonely, and helpless. But I kept on running through the rain of shadows. I kept leaving the home that wanted to keep me behind the glass, like a precious object.

Believe,

Truth Anne Odello

Author's Note — Sometimes I wonder... never mind.