The Days are too Short (murolee)
Mar 9, 2014 13:47:18 GMT -5
Post by wingsonmyheels on Mar 9, 2014 13:47:18 GMT -5
Castiel Venetian:
It was a mass exodus. But not the kind that's worth watching. There was no panic. No urgency. No bouncing off the walls. Just a crowed united, not even by a purpose, just a sense of direction. This was a school. I should be annoyed with the rugrats pushing there way through legs, weaving in and out of congregations of other people having there own conversations. But the appeal wasn't there to rush from school. It's March. Everyone's past the stages of being excited to be back in school and the stages of viewing school has a fiery hell. All of those still attending have probably already blurred what they heard today as something that isn't happening now, recall is prioritized on the average D3 kid's list somewhere between bathing(we don't) and talking about our feeling's (is smog an emotion). Most of these kids have jobs, on an assembly line or cleaning, there's plenty of grime in the the tightest of corners. And despite always being busy, everyone around me is just going through the motions. Nobody cares. There's not that much of a struggle to survive but there's no room to improve. It's hard not to wonder if anything can break the cycle.
The whole challenge here is to not get stuck in the doldrums. That's not how I was intended to live. I want to have a purpose. But it's a struggle, and until I understand what I'm meant to do. How do I take up so much down time? Sure, for now I run, or do the occasional odd job. But everyone earns a goal in life eventually, even if it's redeeming themselves for something they did in there life, or something trivial like cooking. They all have purpose. Maybe that's what makes adults, adults, and I mean the real adults, not those who've grown into there body and have left there mind behind. Right now, it seems like that's what's going to end up happening to me, never moving into a real job, I just keep running until my sanity is more exhausted than my stamina.
The doorway looms ahead, and then I found myself outside, kids dispersing left and right into the city, but some kids stopping to lean on the rail of the stairs that lead to the school. I'm going to run. Why haven't I left yet? My legs are moving. Wait... I don't think I actually want to run today. That idea went from peeking to surging until it took over my head. No. I don't really want to run today. I want a friend. And no one here can keep up with me if we run. I'm going to find a friend. Now. That's my purpose for today. Friend. Make one. Then get to know it. Like it. Even if you don't. And more difficult, make it like you. It'll be tough. Especially since you're already referring to it as it. Not you're best idea Castiel. But you can make it happen, find middle ground.
I walked down the stairs, and positioned myself sitting on an empty bike rack, not surprising since no one could afford bicycles. From my spot, I could see everyone exiting the door at there own pace. There facial expressions becoming kind of disappointed as if they expected more when they left the school building, but the smoke couldn't be held back by anything, especially not aspirations of the youth. Until I see this one girl stride herself through the door. She seems poised, her height intimidating, but she stood like she could handle any situation. That's why I call out to her. Not because she seem's particularly pretty or anything, but she was someone that seemed comfortable, and I want to know how the hell she does that.
"Hey you!" And I gesture she come over to being beside me.
