I'm on the road of the unknown. I know how to drive. Always singing along to Taylor Swift, every lyric memorized. But I drive away, leaving all I once knew. All the firsts and impossible, all the false and the true.
I know my family loves me, I'm about to graduate. And even though I'm leaving, I continue to procrastinate. Like getting ready for school or not filling the tank with gas. I know it's very bad, but life's moving too fast. Going 200 miles per hour, I don't know if I'll endure. At least I've got my cube, I know that for sure. It's a tricky little puzzle, but just keep messing with it. You gotta respect the hustle, I have to admit.
I know sunsets are beautiful and lightning is warm. I know a rainbow will always appear after a storm. I learned how to backflip, though I've failed a couple times. But I kept going, much to everyone's surprise.
I know X is a variable and is always the unknown. Through all I have learned, I know I have grown. X can be whatever you want, it's your choice, your future. I know people are good and will help others, it's just human nature.
I know dogs are a man's best friend, always by our side. I know I would help the man on the street, I would give him a ride. It may not be smart, but most people are good. Gotta take some risks in life and that's understood. He's got a sign saying "anywhere", and that's his variable. I hope he can find it or I will feel terrible.
I know how to speak Spanish, like "hola" and "como estas". That just about sums up all I've learned. So "adios" and "gracias".
Yet I continue to driving on the road of the unknown, searching for more things to learn so I can look back and say, "Oh how I've grown".
About the Creator
Spencer Drummond
I'm currently in university studying forensics. In my free time, I love sports and hanging out with my friends. I'm always ready to go on new adventures and have a good time.
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Fire in the Sky
“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” I say. I’m sitting with my wife. Feet dangling over the edge. The old water tower is our spot. Rust covered railings. The faint blue and white chipped paint reveals the thick silver metal. We climb to the top every night to watch the sunset, the alluring pinks and oranges dancing over our beautiful city. The sun is hovering over the tallest of buildings in the distance. You can still hear the busy workers cruising around town; the distant sounds of vehicles honking, and yelling when someone gets cut off. It seems busier tonight; there must’ve been a basketball game. I missed it again. They were her favourite. I like sitting up here with her, watching the city wind down for the night. The sunset reflecting off the rooftops makes it look like the city is on fire. I don’t like fire anymore; it used to bring us together. That was back when we were happy, and now all I can see is pain. We should probably leave now, it's getting late. I break the silence. “We should go,” I say. She doesn’t respond; she never does. Just sits there in silence, admiring the beauty of mother nature putting our city to sleep. The beautiful colors shining on her face. Her eyes glowing in the fading sunlight. Her beautiful wavy brown hair flowing behind her. Oh, what I would do to run my hand through her hair. So smooth and soft. Not a single tangle. But I know she doesn’t like to be bothered, so I just look at her and imagine. She looks at me then and I can’t look away. She is breathtaking, especially in this light. Calm blue eyes holding my gaze. I feel the corners of my mouth begin to turn. I can’t help but smile. I want to see her smile back, her teeth glistening in the fading sunlight. But she doesn’t give me the pleasure. Instead, she turns slowly and looks behind her. I have to look too, she never looks away from the city. I see thick dark clouds. There’s a storm coming. We really need to go. But she doesn’t budge so neither do I. She’s stubborn. We will go when she’s ready. The sky has now turned a soft pink purple color. The dark of night slowly engulfing the beauty of the sunset. There is a slight chill in the air as the storm approaches. I feel goosebumps cover my arms as the wind wraps around us. I let out a soft shudder. I look at my wife again but her vision is fixed on the sun which is just peaking over the top of the tallest building. She is radiating heat. So I inch closer to her to battle the cold tugging at my sleeves. She doesn’t seem to notice. I look back at the storm, it’s almost above us now. We will be running back in the rain for sure. A few chilly seconds pass before a feeling of warmth washes over me. She is watching me so I turn and lock eyes with her. Still glowing blue even in the obscurity of the fading sunlight. “I miss you,” I say. I didn’t mean to say it, the words just fell out of my mouth. She smiles a sad smile but remains silent. I miss her voice, so soft and angelic. My words hang empty in the air. I stand up suddenly, a feeling of anger and sorrow flowing through my veins. I have to go see her for real, I’m done with the make-believe. My imagination causes me too much pain. I stand on the edge of the water tower, gazing out over our city. The sun has disappeared now, just a few swirls of bright color in the distance fighting against the blackness of night. I take a deep breath. It’s time. Before another thought enters my mind, I feel a soft touch to my hand and a burst of warmth and comfort flows through me. I close my eyes, accepting the feeling. When I open them, she is there, floating above me. She’s glowing in darkness; surrounded by a faint aura. “So beautiful,” I mutter to myself. She puts her hands on my shoulders. So gentle yet so strong. I bring my hands to hers, her skin as soft as a lamb's ear. I haven’t felt her touch in so long, not since that day, the day the flames took her. Her screams torture me every night. She was trapped in the place where I thought we were safe, the place I used to call home. There was nothing I could do. I would’ve switched places with her in a heartbeat. A single tear begins to pool in my eye. I close them and I feel it crawl down my cheek. My hands leave hers and go to the back of my severely scarred neck. My daily reminder of all the pain and suffering I’ve been through. I take a step forward. She suddenly speaks, stopping me in my tracks. I haven’t heard her voice in forever. It’s more beautiful than I remember, the sound of a thousand angels, like music to my ears, the perfect melody. “It’s not your time,” she says. She knows what I am trying to do. She brings her face inches from mine. “I need you here,” she says. All I can do is look at her, I’m at a loss for words. Her beauty flooding me with warmth. She’s right, I can’t do this, I have to leave. I turn and take a step away from the edge and she follows close behind. My guardian angel. I turn to look back at her one last time before beginning my descent down the ladder but all I see are the lights of our city. She is gone, her mission completed. I smile, she still loves me. Then the sky opens up, releasing a torrent of rain trying to wash me away. I look up in defiance, nothing can extinguish the fire that she left burning inside me. She is keeping me here. I will burn for both of us.
By Spencer Drummond4 years ago in Fiction
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