Skateboards.
One of the saddest things I've ever seen is a broken skateboard. It's like seeing a beautiful swan with a snapped neck. So much grace and strength, now lying here at the side of the road like abandoned trash. And to think that at some point, that board was cherished by someone. That someone probably ran their hand proudly across the now-tattered surface of the wood or sat around and played with the wheels, watching them spin. That perhaps it used to be someone's pride and joy. Someone used to spend hours with that board. Just them and the concrete, pouring out their soul along with the sweat that glistened on their forehead. That skateboard once carried someone faithfully for many miles, was someone's best friend. Now it's just a broken body part, discarded and replaced by something new.
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AcakA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
