Writings 088

Looking out my window
Everything’s so calm
Nothing but the white snow
Something bad is going to happen
I don’t make a sound
As I walk down the stairs
Running out the front door
Without a jacket on
They’ll never notice I left
Until they wake me up tomorrow
Maybe I should have left a note
Tot ell them I was leaving
But that destroys my whole point
To runaway for life
It’s cold outside and my bags are heavy
My shoes aren’t tied and have holes
I should really go home
But until tomorrow morning
When the cops are looking
I’ll sit in my corner
Alone in the winter snow