Teenagers. (Do they scare the living s**t out of you?)

Teenagers. (Do they scare the living s**t out of you?)

A Story by Davi

I'm driving into darkness. It seems much more poetic than it really is, trust me. I'm just driving down a straight highway at one in the morning. It's too foggy to see the bridge ahead of me. I hope it's still there I think. My music is blaring some rap song I can't understand the words to. It doesn't matter. I'm not listening to it anyway. It's just there to fill the empty space where you should be sitting. I flick embers out the window. The fly by like pieces of my soul falling off. As sad as my adiction is, I feel like maybe all these ashes are pieces of heartache flying out my window. Then I f'm feeling stupid for thinking in metaphors. Tonight, I laughed. For the first time in what seems like years, I laughed. I smiled. I cussed loud enough for old people to turn up their noses. I ran down the streets like a maniac. Let's face it. I'm a foul-mouthed, obnoxious, loud, f****n' teenager. It's time I started acting like one.

© 2010 Davi


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Davi
I'm very tired.

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