No one ever knows where they're going. They only know why they go.
This. Is the hardest part. This is the part that drugs you up, and strips away all that you are. It molds into something good, and real, and ties it to a helium filled balloon.
This is the part, where the balloon lifts off. Waving goodbye to the kid who never thought life would get this hard. Who sits on the pavement legs crossed, watered eyes staring back at the sun.
This is the part, where the balloon finds you.
This is when you sit out on the pavement in front of your new life. This is when you stare back at the sun with watered eyes, wondering if things would always happen like this.
The Sun beats down without answers, the wind carries away your thoughts.
This is when I take a walk through the midnight city . Sleepwalking over fields of badly timed love letters.
