I walked while they talked.
I hopped in and was off.
They could keep all of it.
I had no need for those things.
Where would I end up?
I had no clue. I just wanted to go.
I saw the stop sign. I went through.
Not in rebellion,
or indifference;
I didn’t want to stop so soon.
I rolled and rolled and rolled,
grey blurred into green.
Soon it stalled.
I dumped it and walked.
I was nowhere, but it seemed like somewhere.
I took in a breath. A long whiff; inhale exhale.
I hadn’t breathed in sometime. It was fresh and almost free.
The light grew fainter…
dimmed…
faded…
and…
was gone.
I walked and wandered, followed the sky.
The Dipper, the Cowboy, the North Star,
soon gave way to morning.
I took a breath of the morning air and hacked.
It claimed to be somewhere, but was nowhere.
The monsters were there,
grunting like the ones I had abandoned.
Waste all around.
Joy nowhere to be found.
I am nowhere, yearning to be somewhere;
dying with every breath.
Withering beauty,
my beloved is lost.
