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*Drip*

The delicate strokes of my pencil met the paper

*Drop*

Lines appeared. An image fighting it's way to make shape.

*Drip*

The crease in my brow deepened as I desperately attempted to maintain concentration.

*Drop*

I scowled and threw the paper down in frustration. Sighing, I looked out the window I was perched next to. The downpour outside was now a menial few drops here and there.

I know most people would be glad that the rain was over, but I am not like most people. I enjoyed the rain. I glanced around cautiously. Fortunately, not many people wanted to stay in the library I was currently relaxing in on a rainy day. I sighed once more, knowing I would not be able to concentrate with the rain over, so I packed my belongings and headed out.

My Red Converse made contact with the wet sidewalk outside and I took my first step in the direction of home. The first step is always important. When you take that first step, you decide which direction you're going in. It puts you on a path. One that you follow, one that you can change, and one that winds on forever. At least, that's what my mother used to say. I looked up into the break in the clouds as I walked. A flock of crows was flying overhead. It was strangely nice. Before poisoning thoughts invaded my mind so soon, I shoved my earbuds into my ears and clicked the first playlist on my ipod. The first song to play was My Chemical Romance's Helena. Typical.

And so I walked on my twisting wandering path. It could take forever. After all, It seems I have forgotten what it's like after all these years,

to finally have a place to call home.