Can running away from your mistakes and problems, fix itself?
I thought about what Brandon said last night over and over until my mind was ready to explode from all the questions jumping up.
I couldn’t fall asleep with all of these unanswered questions going around in my head. All this time I called myself selfish from being alive while my mother wasn’t. I held my emotions back because I feared to trust life because the small touch of destruction makes a building tumble over and rips a soul to pieces.
I walked down the dark, empty streets with my skateboard tucked underneath my arm. Darkness didn’t scare me or the monsters lurking in it. I’ve become one of the restless souls searching for the so-called light that would point me in the directions of the path I should follow.
The skate
