He Was Walking
He always walked like this. He never knew where he was walking, only why. He was walking because of the feeling. Rather, he was walking because of the lack of a feeling, because of the emptiness. The fact that deep down inside, THE WAS NOTHING, THATED THERING, That Emptiness. Once There Was A Girl. She Had Filled That Void. When He Was with Her, Everything Was All Right, And He Didn't Feel So Empty , So All Alone. But She Was Gone Now. She Had Moved, Moved Off To A Better Life, And Left Him Alone, Once Again, with The Emptiness Inside Him. So He Walked, AS He Walked, He Remembed The Girl, And how she had made him feel. He remembered her smile, and it made him feel sad. He wondered what would have happened if he had told her how he had felt. He wondered if she would have stayed, just for him. He knew she Still Would Have Left Him, He Knew It. But He Couldn '
t help but wonder. So he kept walking, so that he could beat the emptiness today, so that he could fight it off for another hour. He always walked from his house, through the path behind his backyard, and into the woods, until he reached the main road. there were many different paths that led to the main road, and he was never sure which one he would take, he never knew how he would end up at the main road, he just knew he would get there. At The Main Road, There Was a Got. By The Time Heg To The Gate, He Was Usually Feeling A Bit BitTer, And He Could WATION WHAT THELING. That Was What He Loved Those Walks Back, Without The Emptiness. HE Loved That Hour OR Two Before It Returned. So HE Walked. .....
