Drab, gray streets filled with dreary gray people walking in lines. Thoughts sit melting in the background of their minds, their eyes consumed only with what they see around them.
How do people live like this? LIVE, I mean? What a typical day for someone staring over the edge of childhood.
I sit on some cold, cheerless steps, squeezing my legs tight to my chest, the brilliant blue of my coat fading around the edges where it touches the colorless pavement.
Maybe this is what it takes... takes to what?
Live, I mean LIVE, in a different way...
If only I could see it that way...
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