Lone wolf in a lone world.
Oct 27, 2010 10:50:07 GMT -5
Post by vividwriter on Oct 27, 2010 10:50:07 GMT -5
Mark Brodinsky watched the stars circle overhead from his secret spot on top of a random building that actually still had a roof. He came up here to think. To not think. To break free of the bondage tied around his heart. The responsibility that weighed on his shoulders. If only he could break free completely, he'd be so light he'd fly.
But no. The times were tough to say the least, and he couldn't run away from life. Death would only bring last moments to realize what he'd done--left the world that needed every willing person to help change it...and he'd run like a coward.
Mark couldn't do that. So he watched the moon make it's arch through the sky, and somehow, drifted to sleep.
Morning came with the breeze, tickling Marks cold cheeks, brushing open his eyelids.
So did the voice. Mark was up in an instant, crawling to the edge of the roof top, and peering over the side. Sure enough, there was a person there, but they were all alone, talking furiously to themself.
Mark watched, concealed.
But no. The times were tough to say the least, and he couldn't run away from life. Death would only bring last moments to realize what he'd done--left the world that needed every willing person to help change it...and he'd run like a coward.
Mark couldn't do that. So he watched the moon make it's arch through the sky, and somehow, drifted to sleep.
Morning came with the breeze, tickling Marks cold cheeks, brushing open his eyelids.
So did the voice. Mark was up in an instant, crawling to the edge of the roof top, and peering over the side. Sure enough, there was a person there, but they were all alone, talking furiously to themself.
Mark watched, concealed.
