Sunday
The sun gently slumbering on the landscape
The weather is pristine east coast fall with a subdued cool breeze and warm sun
It’s weather days such as today that bring a smile to his face
Inside his head a storm rages on
Darkness envelops his conciousness
Yet he can’t help, but grin
He feels blessed, through all his shortcomings he has the important things
People that care for him, great friends and the support to be a dreamer
The opportunities of a nomadic existence, poison his daily thoughts
The idea of being no one, burning his identification and just living for the moment
It’s such a strong allure, but then he remembers the reality
There are people he’s met, the relationships that have helped him so far
There would be people that he’d be leaving that he loves, ones that he couldn’t bare to hurt
The girl of his thoughts especially comes to mind
He’s not sure how, but she’s different then any before or after
The two of them still love each other, yet they are both too afraid of it blowing up in their faces to try
No matter her dismissal, the fact she still talks to him is enough for him to know she still cares no matter how slight
So his backpack is packed, camera, pen and paper are ready, a waterbottle in hand
The doors wide open inviting him out, yet apprehension sets in
This moment isn’t horrible
Rough times await sure, but could leaving just be an excuse of running away from his problems
It’s only through adversity that we see who we really are
So he stands in between the doorway
One foot out, the other staying put
The storm is becoming more severe
Lightening strikes disturbingly close
The storm is just beginning it’s his decision now, what does he want for his future
There are no cliff notes, no study guides it’s solely up to him and that’s what scares him the most
