i walked all the way home.
usually i would take the bus, or sometimes the subway from downtown, but today i realized i needed some time.
some thinking time.
i'm tired of thinking at night. i've become an insomniac, only truly existing when the only thing illuminating the world is the moon.
my legs burn from the sudden amount of movement, and my lungs are brushing my rib cage.
i run into someone's loose dog, kneeling down to pet it, not thinking that maybe it's a stray.
the dog curls into my hand, nuzzling it, as if it's saying it wants more.
i lose myself in the mundane act, feeling both the dog's soft fur and the crisp, autumn wind.
the dog suddenly jumps from my arms and runs away.
i get up dejected, and continue to walk my way home.
one block ahead the same dog runs towards me, but i let it walk beside me.
"moose! wait up!"
moose wags his tail at his owner's exclamation and starts to trot the way at which he came.
"shit, you need a leash," moose's owner walks towards us and pats his palms against his thighs. moose immediately runs towards him, jumping into his arms.
"sorry 'bout him. he's being trained right now," moose's owner hugs his puppy, rubbing his neck lovingly.
"no problem. i guess," i walk around the pair, stepping off the side walk, crunching leaves underfoot.
"hey!" suddenly I'm stopped again as moose hops out from his owner's grasp and runs to stop in front of me.
"where did he go?" moose's owner asks no one. behind me, he starts to clap his hands and call out for moose. "come on boy, don't do me like this,"
i pick up the dog and hand him to the boy. "oh, thank you, so much," he fumbles blindly for moose.
"i think he really likes you," his head looks up, and i can view his face completely.
he had dark, thick curly hair, and brown skin. his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like.
he was completely blind.
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broken eyes
Historia Corta"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
