Soaring_In_The_Air

Soaring In The Air “I can’t believe this nonsense. I’m glad I’m leaving you for college. We’ll both be happy then.” With immense anger and rage, I slam the door completely shut, not letting even the slightest air remain in or escape. With tears of frustration sliding from my red eyes, I head out onto the right of Terrace Avenue, passing four of the vast blocks ahead of me. Finally, my destination’s achieved and along side the chain of familiar present houses, lives the long forgotten house, isolated from the community as well as the environment. Upon approaching the empty home, I hesitate for a few moments, just admiring the scenery. It seems to be like any demolished residence: smashed windows, shingles falling from the roof, and concrete being chipped off from the porch. The once red colored vinyl sidings of the house are now rotten and fading away with the inevitable arrival of time. As I walk onto the yard, I furtively hide into the back of the house, reassuring myself I’m not seen as an unknown stranger. I walk closer and closer to the center of the yard, searching for the one thing in mind. Between two swing, back, walk, time, out, mother, leaving, i’m, house, home, yard, trees, tears, sky, side, seen, red, over, onto, once, off, mind, letting, just, head, feeling, falling, done, closer, around, along, air, against, young, yet