• I walk down the long, dark street and kicked the can at my feet. It bounced off of cracks and fell in a pothole. I sighed and kept walking. Is this what it feels like to be lonely? I ask myself, Is this what Iv'e sheilded myself from? I sighed once again, and kept walking.

    A man walked up to me and said, "Hey there sweety. Wanna come with me and have some fun?" I shook my head and kept walking, his laughter echoing through my head. I can't stand my street, and its scum. And so I kept walking. And I still walk, occasionally, both to rid my mind of my home, and to try to find the good in a street full of cracks and potholes.