Sitting town on the ground feelin the cold wind slap your face,the rain might made your skin freeze,you have no way
to go, why did you run away from the place called "home".
The vision of the place you are is a lost and abandoned one just like you.
It's so quiet and peaceful
the drops of rain fall on the grass
cars driving by moments,your feet slapping the ground because of boredom on the background of your ears.
A thunderstorm cracks from the sky.
