I’m not sure when all of this started. Maybe it was when I was born, considering how I’m connected to it. Yet I want to guess that there was a time when this didn’t exist. Or at least I hope there was a time where it didn’t.
I can’t remember a time where it wasn’t here, and it’s has always brought the worst out. It shines with the dirt and grime of the world and makes everything seem ten times worse than they really are, as if nothing is ever good. If it seems that way, look closer.
Though through these painful times and hardships we hope that someday something will come along and accept the shit that’s been going on. To be there when you need them most.
Are they really even there?
Are you even listening?
YOU ARE READING
Sight For Sore Eyes
Teen FictionAfter years of drowning in that damned house, Kou finally got away. Moving to Chicago with the savings he had, he got himself his own apartment and a job to keep up with his living expenses. Did he miss "home"? No, of course not. Every time he thoug...
