The moon is still out at 7:00 am. I dont know why I am so depressed. I kick the leaves as I am walking alone. Is it because i am mad or because i am solitary. The sun is coming up, i better go home, i must stay in bed all day and wake up at night as a nomad. The sun's ray is shining upon me, the childrens laugh is making me greive. My friend and I used to laugh, it was my happy days. I miss him; I guess that's why I am so dishearted. I wonder, i just wonder, does he miss me? I am home now, everyone is still asleep. I lie in my bed as I have thoughts running through my mind. I can't go to sleep, I am to depressed. Thats the reason why my days are dark and my nights are the time for me to be a nomad.
The Broads Darkness
January 8, 2009