It Was A Slap In The Face

I look behind me, then in front of me, and heave a fucking big sigh. As I continue walking, I stare down and kick the stones ahead. "Goodbye," I said, to the tiny rocks that really do not matter; for the days of our lives, they slip us by ever so fast like water through fingers, we barely take notice of the intricacies of life. There is so much beyond every crack on a side street, every defaced void deck, every blackened concrete building.. therein lies a story to be told; one that will transcend through the test of time and one that will inspire you. "Goodbye," I said, as I saw the tiny rocks before me, no more. I walked with my heavy head still surrendering to gravity as I observe the textures of the ground alteration.

"Goodbye" to familiarity, for change is always a constant. Hello to a new chapter.