I have always told myself to love that rushed feeling of living one of these hustling nights since they never seem to end. I should be grateful too, since they did a pretty good job on helping me avoiding that sour taste of growing up. But all wonderful things aside, every time the clock stopped and the train took an unexpected turn, the major parts of me never failed to be instantly crushed into pieces.
This evening I took a stroll around the neighborhood to clear my head. Lately I have been climbing out of my backyard fence and keeping my door unanswered. My brain had been buzzing for weeks now and I haven’t find a cure to that. Those questions that spinning in my head too, seemed to left unanswered. I have tried visiting a few local bookstores, hoping that I could find at least a glimpse on which route my life is heading now by peeking on one of these pages, but I got none.
Right now the sky is starting to get dark and I don’t feel like coming home. On one of these days I always thought on having my stuff packed and disappeared for at least a week, although by then I would still be cheering on Annie’s Tomorrow and none of these heavy weights would have been lifted.
The Loudest Backyard 