{What a Wonderful World//Axel}

Oh how the beauty of the world is over-rated. How everyone says there’s a silver lining behind every cloud and a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. Have you ever considered maybe it’s just a gray cloud or just a patch of grass at the bottom of the rainbow? Not everything is beautiful and lovely, for the world is a horrid place. But I would assume that is just me, who seems to have a grey cloud constantly raining on me. If I do get a break, I’m still soaking wet, so it’s really just a lose/lose situation.

Oh the morning sun. It’s the kind of warm that shakes the last ashes of cold from your body and spreads from your head to the tips of your toes. Fall is definitely my favorite season, for it’s not too hot, but it’s also not extremely cold. Everything is changing and starting anew, and it’s kind of the way life is. Every once and a while you decide you need to make a change, be it whatever area of your life it is in, and you just kind of shed your old habits and let the new ones take over.

I sound genuinely happy I know, but that’s not exactly the case. Looking at everything as badly as I usually do just upsets me more, and with nowhere to go and no one to talk to, it will destroy me. So if I find the on-the-border-but-slightly-positive things, I can keep myself from falling apart completely. It’s kind of the glue holding my mental wall of a brain together, and I’m just trying to squeeze the last few drops from the bottle.

But like I said, the sun was warming, and not a single cloud could be seen in the waters of the sky. The bushes that lined the walk swayed gently in the breeze, with the leaves rustling just enough to hear them. My steps matched with the dance of the leaves, swish swish swish. My dark hair bounced tenderly on my back, hitting just past the middle of my back. There was actually a slight spring in my step, and for me this is unusual

The sidewalks were decently crowded, however the streets, not so much. I guess everyone was taking advantage of the changing leaves and autumn breeze. I avoided eye contact with most of the people I met, except for a few, and the exchange of glances was awkward, almost hostile. I didn’t like many people, especially the ones I saw.

didn’t know quite where I was going, but at this point I didn’t care. I had to get out of the house because after a while, you can’t stand the constant yelling and noise of three older brothers and two unhappy parents. No one would notice I was gone, and even if they did, they wouldn’t care. For the most part, I flew under the radar, and stayed out of the way of everyone I possibly could. It was a principle of mine to live by, “if you stay away from everyone, they will stay away from you.” It’s cliché, but I’ve been hurt, and in turn I’m eager to shut out anyone that I can.

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