The last day here

I've decided that it is time for me to leave this place, and seek peace and another place before I leave though I will leave behind my clothes and seek to leave behind the pestilence that has followed me for years.  I will wait until the dead of night and leave behind my clothes, and my world here, which in truth is rather small.  I walk outside, and I see a man leaving castle Apartments with a bloody knife.  His work is none of my business so I leave him to his iniquity.  I walk as far as I can go until eventually I am outside of the city and in the woods.  Completely naked in the face of nature.  Thankfully, it's May so I'm not too cold.  Eventually, I'll have to steal some clothes, but for now I think I'll be fine.  For it is my lot to run furiously from place to place, as I am dislodged forever from community, and exist in the solitude between worlds.

My Vacation

By the beach the water lapped up against my feet, and I stared into the deep mist of the Irish Sea.  I go swimming in the cold water, and I feel it's freeze dig into me.  It feels peaceful at first, but I can feel the feel the soon to be impotent fury of nature against man gathering in the depths below.  I feel the tide begin to pull me, and for a few harrowing moments I struggle against the old tide as it seeks to pull me away.  My father is trying to figure out a way to come get me.  I have to stop struggling or I'll fade so I work to stop myself from being pulled under, and I swim into the current as a it tugs me far and wide from my vacation.  Eventually, I wash up on another shore, and it takes a day for my parents to come get me.  I will not as I live forget the fury of nature.

A Prime Time

A awake in the glory of my actions taken for my own security.  None of those mentioned have come to visit me, and I am left to my quiet decrepitude.  I walk outside and go about walking among the other people at exactly 4:01 in the afternoon I observe a boy return from a bus, and walk with a quiet ease back toward the orphanage.  He looks like me and my youth: dejected yet strong.  I walk back to the abandoned building that is my home, and I sleep for a few hours when I walk night is beginning to fall, and I step back outside there I see a few of my old friends who are coming toward me with apologies on the their faces.  They all walk up to me and speak the holy words that can still the wildest hearts in their hardest furies.  After what I have done they say that they will let me alone, and I accept their words.  Peace is all I have ever asked for, but war is what I have always sought.  Perhaps now I can seek my peace.