I want to live forever.
Perhaps that's why I was always at home there it was the loudest.
There clapping was heard.
There people laughed.
I think back about it.
I sit on a small stone wall near the haven.
The seagulls cry above my head.
From a bar, music reaches my ears.
I listen.
Look up to the sky.
It's dark.
The stars are barely visible tonight.
Most are hidden behind clouds.
I want to sleep.
But I'm to awake.
I close my eyes.
How long have I sat here?
Since when did I start coming here?
I don't remember.
For a long time, I think.
Yeah, that feels right.
I wanna scream.
Wanna laugh.
Wanna cry.
It hurts.
Why did you leave?
The question echoes in my mind.
Why did I leave?
I don't know.
Someone screams.
Brakes tear through the air.
They are loud.
I look over.
Not far a drunken man talks to a taxi driver.
The taxi is missing a mirror.
The man asks the driver something.
The driver shakes his head, trying to say something to the drunken man.
The man screams his question now:"Where are the last days?"
His words are slurred.
I decide to leave.
Jump down from my wall.
Walk down the street, hood drawn up.
Face hidden.
Just a shadow in the shadows of the street.
There is confetti on the street.
It sparkles in the glow of the streetlight.
Seems like there is a party not far away.
The music becomes quieter as I move away from the bar.
It's already the last song.
The one used to throw people out.
Someone yells:"Turn it up again!"
I walk faster as the music gets louder again.
I remember my dads angry voice.
House arrest, he would tell me then I stayed out to long with my friends.
Stay in your room, he would say.
Looking like a judge at court.
I scoff at the memory.
Not anymore.
My mind wanders back in circles.
Why did you leave?
I didn't want to go.
I didn't want it to hurt.
But it did.
But there is something else I want more.
Something I could only get by leaving.
As I walk into the dark the thought rings in my head.
The answer to the question.
I want to live.