HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

Monday, May 23, 2016

Thinking About You Really Gets Me Down

It's still dark out. Winter. Cold Colorado morning.
Suitcase in hand, tears running from my weary eyes.
I walk closer to that broken-down, piece of shit truck and get in.
Immediately, nothing but the sound of music fills my ears.
Blocking everything out. It's all I need. My remedy. My cure.
I can see that my mother is talking to me.
I ignore her and close my eyes.
Only the music can tell me that everything is going to be okay.
We drive. 
The city still sleeping.
I feel like the only one dying in this city.

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