walking in Wal-Mart. alone. lost my group, my mom, my bro, my best friend. supposed to be shopping. food to eat. on a bus to New York City. not as enthusiastic as last year. wasn't too excited last year either. not really looking forward to an 8-hour bus ride, but that's beside the point.
i'm walking. faint noise, familiar, draws me closer. from a display of CD players, the song Tears in Heaven. Eric Clapton. a song about loss. he lost his son. he writes with a pain i know nothing about. but his words speak to me. at first i chuckle. i realize i've wandered off alone again. soon though, the lyrics. begin to take new form. i realize, physically, i'm alone. but also emotionally. my worst fear is being alone. sadly though, i've begun to enjoy being by myself. now the tears in heaven. have begun to flow in Wal-Mart. |
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