We ran. Over the hill, down the side, it didn't matter. We needed to escape this place. No matter how many flowers, how many sunsets, how many details lay in the background, the truth of everything was that there was poison in these seemingly nice neighborhoods.
The overly tuned saxophones burned my ears as I turned to face them. I tended to like my instruments to sound sharper than the tone they were giving off in that moment.
It seemed like the entire world was out to get us - to gut us and strip us of our invincibility. We needed to leave; that was how I concluded everything.
It became dark quickly, telling me that we had approximately twelve hours before we had to face reality again. The moon provided us comfort, telling us that it was okay to feel this way - to feel as if we needed to run away from all of the troubles the sun would give us without warning. Its brightness tested my limits and this time, I could not handle it. I was getting raucous.
YOU ARE READING
just write it .
Randomjust a place where I feel better by letting everything go - by just writing it :)
