The leaves fall onto empty sidewalks my footsteps are obligated to crunch them the crackle echoes through the cloudy haze as the windows gaze back at me
people have disappeared this deserted place feels like an abandoned home
somewhere deep in my heart I remember what it's like to be hustling here yet I can't reckon the last time I was in such a rush
my slow pace shows how much of this I am avoiding
avoiding classes homework studying feeling anything other than total independence.