Ivy (Prose and Visual Arts Editor)
I look out into the horizon from the cliff where I am standing
Small birds that look like specks of sand fly across the sunset
I take a deep breath, smelling the salty air that stings my nose
Nothing is around me
Enjoying what little time I have left here, alone.
My hair is blowing in the soft wind that surrounds me
I smile to myself as I look at the ground where my bare feet stand
The thought of me going home in the very back of my mind
My brain clears as the blues and pinks of the sky subside.
A long drive ahead of me
Listening to quiet music
Meals I make from gas station food
Yawning as the stars appear
Soon again in the huge city I call home, I drag my feet to bed
Thoughts turning in my mind once again, as I close my tired eyes
Listening to the sounds of the city outside my window
Just me and everyone else.