week 13 theme
With the sky dark and grey, the wind cool and strong, I walk along the cold asphult sidewalk with only my thoughts to keep me company. I've made it to the small pond in Brown woods that was there only a year ago where my friends and I would catch frogs and climb the cliff that was on the other side. Now this place is silent from any life. The ground is lifeless from workers bulldozing it all flat. The air smells of deatha nd decay from plants rotting and none of this reaching me because my mind is looking inward to what is troubling me. The huge question that is bothering me is "what am I going to do with the rest of my life?". I really don't know what I want to do but I need to figure it out soon because I'll be left in the dust if I don't. So my mood will be somber until I can reach my conclution.

