The cracked grey thing

I sit on my driveway counting cars whilst listening to music.



I wanted to get out of the house because i wanted to erase what the dad said. I know the furtherest i could go is to the end of my driveway, but i think i could have gone further as no one was even looking for me.



A group of bike cyclers pass me exhanging weirded out looks.



The pavement was warm.



I listened to my ipod with songs so old it could age you just by listening to it.



I saw two planes flying towards sydney maybe? Or better yet, over the seas and beyond and safely landing (no jinx) onto a beautiful island surrounded by cooked lobsters and pineapple juice.