Monday, August 23, 2010
let me tell you a story of a sad boy...
a scrape on the inside on his knee
a twisted ankle
he limps his way to the bus stop
trying to save money, he lies to his parents about having dinner
watching everyone zoom off in cars
he waits patiently for his bus
-pitterpatter- the rain falls
and falls
alone at the bus stop
cold
with the occasional cold breezes that chill him
a little feverish in school, this was definitely not the treatment
15...
30...
45...
finall the bus turns into sight
tired and totally worn out
he crashed into sleep onto a seat
woken constantly by random movement and noises
he could not rest properly
he reached his destination
it was still raining
as he stood up
the scrape on his knee reminded him of its presence with a shocking pain
and so did the sprain on his ankle
he limped in pain, agony
back home
down a dark road, shadowed by trees
he limps and limps
breaking the cold hard air with his torso
feeling the icy wind against his skin
he could only shiver
and start to feel sick
feeling jumpy
he finally reaches home
hungry,cold,injured,tired
i'm not complaining or anything
sigh
sometimes life just gets real tough on you
but you have to just bite it down
and love it
and yay we won 3rd!!
good job guys ;D
at a painful price >_<
i'll sleep through it then
10:05 PM
