Rain.
It will always be adored in my eyes..
It makes everything seem slowed down.
Water trickling down the rusted roofs,
Off people's umbrellas.
On the window of the Cafe shop.
People who never planned ahead ran like ants
Or standing on the sheltered sidewalks.
The Cafe sits empty.....
On one side sits me, doodling what seems to be a drawing.
On the other, behind the counter.....
The barista.
To work at such odd hours of the night, especially being a woman....
... In these streets and these times....
May Almighty protect her this night.
Yet again, why do I question her actions....
Maybe she is trying to survive in this harsh cruel world...
... As much I am....
My thoughts drift.....
To the time,...
Yes, the good old times.
When I was back home....
Living what was a simple life....
Just going to boarding school.....
Coming back home to mom and dad....
Telling them of my misfit times....
Show them that they raised a smart son
By means of a report card.
Of the times when I thought....
That traveling would be a thing of mere imagination....
... Just a thought to ponder on.
Of the times when....
I thought I'd lead a normal man's life....
Work, eat, sleep, repeat....
Now,
That doesn't concern me as much....
I need not work for so long as a normal man should,
I could do nearly whatever I so chose
To eat whatever, wherever, whenever....
No strict timetable to guide me.....
No one to answer to.... But myself
I love what I do..... But I hate it too.....
That is the price of doing it....
For so many times......
Sacrifices.
My time in my youth.
My supposed called friends.
My family's dreams of me in a graduation regalia.
Oh I wouldn't forget
The tears in my mother's eyes....
The disappointment of my father....
They did not understand then.....
.... That is had to be so.
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Branch
Short StoryOne twist to another. Pieces. This book is nothing special really. It's just me expressing my thoughts. Some stories are real, others just how I tune my imaginations to tell you how I see life stuff. My real-life stories, my odysseys, my im...
