Short one:
Where are they? The tall buildings, the endless roads, the sea of people. Where are they?
This is empty, quiet. I don't like quiet, it's scary. The roads are made of dirt, and there is green everywhere. The houses are small and have pointed roofs, but I don't like them, they're dull, old, crooked.
Where is my white home? The tall building I grew up in, the kids next door, the noisy streets that put me to sleep. Where is all that?
The colorful school, the colorful people! They're missing!
I miss the huge markets, and the loaded shops. The bus, the fuss, the chaos! I want that back!
The endless days, the sky never turning dark.
The careless looks, no one judges, and why would they? There are too many people to care.
The delicious restaurants, the diversity in... everything!
All that is missing now.
Where am I?
YOU ARE READING
Randoms
RandomAnything that comes to my mind. Short stories. Any type of content. I do tend to be a bit violent. Weekly updates (supposed)
