I think I'm just gonna go for a walk.
Because at the end of the day the only thing I have are the streets.
See the people I walked up and down them with changed but not the streets themselves.
I'm just like the streets. I let people walk all over me. Let them use me to get where they are going but at the end of the day. I haven't changed I'm still that hard son of a bitch that gangsters use to prove a point to a wannabe thug. I'm still the death place of a child who just wanted to chase that bright colored ball. I like that child will die chasing my dreams. But that doesn't stop me from being nothing but stone stretched our for miles. Spread thin. Full of holes. From where the water of my humanity and sorrow seeped in creating cracks. Everyone walked my street. But now they drive. Or simply stay home. Life got in the way of being young and walking 10-15 deep. And stay out all night because we hated sleep. At least the streets don't talk behind your back. At least the streets won't judge you. I won't judge you. I never did. I only pushed you to be something more then I was, only for you to become it, and shun me.
I am the cold hollow of the street with neon lines faded. Like memories of late nights that mattered so much. But now are only filled with cracks and pot heads, I mean holes. The street likes flicker. And so does my existence. Light is all that separates me from a stone pavement and oblivion.
