A Murder, and a truth

I woke up knowing that today would be good.  I got my breakfast then left so that I could walk around.  It was early in the morning so I went back to the junkyard, and looked around for a little while.  I didn't find anything.  When I got back the people were a little worried, but it didn't matter I was fine.  What are they so worried about.  I stayed at the orphanage for a while, and played tag with the other kids.  It got to be later in the day so I went around walking.  I was near the "psych building, and I saw a woman walk out of it she looked shaken.  A moment later I saw a man who looked angry walk out.  It wasn't my business. I walk back to the orphanage where my mother and father are waiting for me.  Their eyes are clear, and they're telling the man to give me back, but he tells them I'm in "protective custody".  My mom sees me and says "Please, come back with us."  I look at them letting them think I'm thinking about it.  "No I don't want to I like it here."  They beg me to come back as if I could.  I don't want to be with them anymore.  I like it here, and they can have their fun together now.

13

I'm at the orphanage, and I'm playing a game with the other kids.  It's a game called tag.  It's fun, but the other kids are annoyed because I'm catching all of them because I can run a lot faster than they can.  None of the twelve others playing can outrun me for long.  They kept telling me that it wasn't fair that I could run so fast.  But I don't think so.  I've been running so long that I'm good at it.  And now it's made me better than the other kids.  After we're done we sit down, and they all talk about what it would be like to have parents.  As I sit there I can't help but think that among the 13 of us only I have parents.  I think its worse though, that they're alive and I'm here.  I see them walking around a lot, and it's like they've forgotten me.  Well maybe it's better that way.  One of the volunteers comes out with thirteen cookies for all of us.  

My Vacation From Here

I'm in the orphanage and it's early in the morning.  I like it here now.  But I want a little break from it.  There's a bus line that runs right through the street where my parents live.  I go and wait for the bus.  I get on the bus, and put in my change to ride.  The bus driver just smiles at me and nods as I pay.  I go to my seat and sit down.  All the people in the early morning are weird.  They're all on their way to work, none of them look very happy.  I feel bad, I'm on my vacation.  I take the bus down very far until I get to the junkyard.  I like the junkyard it's where I'll spend my vacation.  I get off the bus, and hop the fence into the junkyard.  The smell is wonderful.  I can smell everything thrown away, and people throw great stuff away.  It's time for me to go shopping.  In the junkyard I find everything.  I find a comb for my hair, I find shoes which are clean somehow, and I find an old picture, which I decide to leave in the junkyard.  The past is best left behind.  I walk to the bus stop, and ride a bus back.  I sneak back inside of the orphanage, and no one sees me.  My vacation was fun.

Ghosts In My Songs

In the orphanage there is a man who plays the piano.  He sings songs I've never heard.  I walked up to him and asked him what he sings about.  He sings about ghosts he tells me.  His song is sad, and it stays in my mind all day.  I think of my own ghosts.  Of my mother and my father.  Their are haunting me even though their still alive.  I see them walking through the streets, and to me they might as well be ghosts.  They don't talk to me.  They're in their own world.  And I think that now that I'm here in this place, that I'm okay with that.