I walk down the stairs Through the gassy doors Just to take in the morning air. 8:15 I walk down the stairs Slugging my backpack behind me Walk past the cold clear doors Just like I did before Breathing in the sunny clear skies I walk down hard brown shapes And turn my least favorite way, The un right way. 8:21 As I walk up 1st street I overhear people mumbling I watch emo kids looking at people But when I look forward I see the rush of people and that’s when I know it’s time for school. Continue reading Monday Morning