another-shitkid

Flowing through the hallways Like water through a creak; Twisting, turning, trickling out. Spread out, in a hurry, crashing waves into each other. So many sounds merge into a white noise so cold Like water through a creak.

Sometimes we say "hey" & we both wish the past could be wiped away- Too proud to admit we were dumb. So we just accept that and we leave it at "hey"

Blade held outright, as my feet tread quickly over rocky grounds. Pushing forward as fast as my body will allow. Wind brushing against my eyes morphing into streams across the valleys of my face. Ignoring any caution- I can hear my mother’s warnings still whispering faintly behind my clanging over crowded thoughts. Blade held outright, my body aches. Yearning to move faster still. The terrain unforgiving, not an even stone set out on my path. Almost every turn a set back- like a CD skipping mildly through its playing track. Blade held outright, I push myself, keep moving faster.