I Walk Alone.

I don't remember when I started walking. I don't remember where I came from. All I currently know is that I am alone. Alone on a street full of ruined dreams and wishes. Wishes that never would nor ever could come true. But I was never able to realize it.

I walk alone. I begin on a street that I once knew, but now have no recollection of. The street is covered in papers. Everywhere. Full of words that were never read and feelings that were never felt. I have a backpack with me. Full of pens and blank notebooks that will never be used.

I walk alone. The sky is dark. It is windy. The once meaningful papers begin to blow. Around and around. Blowing until they get caught on something and torn to shreds. I look around a bit more. There are many successful people on this street. All of whom seem to know each other. They are the people that I once wished to be like. The people I once wished to associate with. But I do not know any of them. Nor will I ever.

I walk alone. It starts to rain. The words on the pages still intact start to bleed. They bleed until there is nothing left to read. If I could. I continue walking. I have nothing to cover me, only the backpack on my back. The backpack containing things that will never be of any use. I put it over my head. And continue walking.

I walk alone. Everything around me is ruined. All of the words. All of the feelings. All of the memories and meanings. All gone. Anything left on the street is just shreds. Useless now. As if they had ever been of any use anyways.

I have an idea. Maybe I can start over. With the empty pages in my backpack. I pull out a notebook, and open it up. I have nowhere to begin. All the ideas I once had were gone. All of the feelings I once felt have disappeared. The dreams I once spent so much time chasing are broken.

I walk alone.