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Written By: Andrew Gavinet
April 8, 2015
The road on which my life began
The road was damp but I walked outside anyway
My head was heavy, hungover, but the cool wind set a soothing sensation over me.
I turn on my phone, the music plays as I run. The droplets of water caressing my face.
I shouldn't be so happy. The Blues in my ear seeps into my heart.
I stop, panting for breath.
It was all simple a second ago yet now I hung to the side of the road heaving.
Cars whisk past fast- forward.
It was all simple yet I'm lost. I turned back, I couldn't see my house.
I looked ahead, the fog consuming my vision.
Each breath was a year, each drop of water a wasted moment.
"Well I can't go back, and I can't stay here."
I look ahead. My hair ran grey and black from the fog and rain.
I let out one last breath.
I walk forward, into the fog. My future in the drops of water.