A drenched, rugged mutt pads wearily along the side of the freeway.
He lifts his hooded face to reveal a young, bearded man- walking lopsidedly and ***** underneath the blacken sky. Who opened her bursting ***** to let down a million tiny droplets soaking him head to toe, and hes's got nowhere to go.
His face like an angel; still young, maybe only eighteen
with deep golden, chestnut eyes and long untameable
ash tinted hair. He'll never see himself as more than a ****** up, cold hearted ******* whose broken many and ultimately has paid his hell,
by breaking himself.
The truth, couldn't be any farther than that.
Headphones stringing (both ears), from the inside of his semi-dry clothing to a cell phone which resides inside his left jean pocket.
A musician, a drummer, he examines each song meticulously- every detail, analyzed- memorized. And so, he keeps himself sane
counting the beats in his head, when he's walking through the rain.
*I'm grateful for whatever life may bring our way, as long as you're by my side on my dying day.
just about a friend. Some people we feel so much love for, so much appreciation because they have such a light in their eyes. He's one of these people for me. He's always been, I love that light I see in his eyes- no matter how dim sometimes... it's always there.