freedom comes with sacrifices
I never do get out much during the day... I usually just sleep in a lot and wait until the day goes by when its night I feel more wanted to step outside.
My life isn't all that great: I guess some would say, others would probably say its better than nothing, to me I kinda feel like it is nothing.
I live in a run down cheap apartment; I usually just make my money from gambling or doing small things that will help keep the cash flowing which isn't much but it is enough to keep me going; I suppose.
As I stepped outside into the dark I realized it was raining so I put on my hoody and continued my walk.
The streets seemed empty which is rare to happen... I live in a big city and normally it is always busy: 24 hours a day.
All that kept me occupied on the walk was the flashing colourful lights from casinos or bars even hotel suites.
velvet pink spilled onto the streets and suddenly it was gone replacing it with a neon green, then to a crystal blue colour; all the colours seemed to dance with another in a pattern.
Now and then I would walk by some homeless people that don't bother to make eye contact like I or anything else around them never even existed; they would sit there starring at the ground in their sleeping bag and what not like they were just statues... As if life wasn't really that amusing.
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