I left my home in the middle of the night, my face throbbing, nothing on me but a backpack that was full of clothes, food, and every cent I had to my name, and my guitar. I didn't look back.
I waited sleeplessly for the rest of the night and by the time the sun rose I found a place with good acoustics far enough away from "home."
I opened my guitar case, tuned my guitar, and began to sing.
Under a bridge in a quiet park with my guitar case open in front of me, I sang from sunrise to sunset. Even when there was no one to hear me. And as the street lamps flickered on, my voice flickered out. As it cracked and faded I felt hot tears slide down my cheeks.
I put my guitar away, on top of the crumpled one's and scattered coins. I slung my guitar over my shoulder and trudged away to find a place to sleep, tears still streaming down my face.
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The Thief (Album 1)
ParanormalA young trans boy is kicked out of his home and takes to playing music on the streets. Also on Wordpress and Royal Road (ejwilliamsbooks)
