| he stepped out into the rain. he wasn't even cold. he threw his hands up at his face. the water dripped to mold. but the reddness deserted. he stood up tall and forever finally speaks. he fell into his hands. he's discovering his life. he knows, he understands. he's making out time for a night. a few people come to visit him in pain. but no more than six a day. it seems like days go by faster. he stares above and screams his daily cry. stand by for another night to save sebastian's life. he needs time to release pressure. always stand by. shadows left behind. more restless nights, this can't be right. and the saddest part is that people allow this and act like this is right. then this boy dies. this empty-handed meager seeks aid. this boring lifestyle yells it's fame. deplorable lives seem not real. this untreated mass rolls off the field. |