(Inspired by https://theprose.com/post/57241/train-to-pluton)

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The tracks are rugged

I sit, nowhere to stand

The sky is nice, but the tunnel flashes in my eyes

Look at where I'll be, what I've to leave behind

But two are on the floor, two are on the floor

There's blood everywhere

Out in the open, laying down somewhere.

Facing nature, so beautiful and out there.

Someone just walks up to me,

It's a girl named Sky.

She asks, "What are you doing?"

I say, "Nothing. Just laying down."

She then asks me if she can join. I said, "Sure. Why not?"

She lays down beside me like she's also enjoying nature

I've nothing to do. I can stay with her.

Years pass by in sight, it's now high school.

She's grown older, she can fight

We always lay down at the same spot underneath the tree

I ask her, "Do you ever feel lonely?"

She looks at me confused but comprehensively. She nods slightly.

Suddenly, I have a little jolt; something washes over my mind

It's as if it's infatuation, something out of sight

For her? No, it couldn't be,

For we're only friends and friends it shall be.

A year passes by, we graduate high.

She's going somewhere, so am I with a sigh.

I stopped by to congratulate her, she smiles.

"I had a fun time these past 2 years," I recalled.

"Me, too" She replied.

We conversed for hours about where she was going, what she wanted to be.

Suddenly, my alarm rang. It was time to depart.

We said our goodbyes and we both were sad.

But I left her something...

I gave her a kiss on the cheek; she was shocked.

I dashed as quickly as I could the car, I was scared.

An immoral act like that when we are only friends? I felt ashamed and impure.

But it felt fair. Did it?

I didn't see her again for months. I felt sad and depressed.

I felt like I didn't belong.

I went to another college, somewhere farther. I didn't know if she hated me or not.

We were so close, as close as friends could be. But it loosened the knot.

I bought myself a gun, I was old enough now.

I wondered how my head would feel if I did it through the brow.

I closed my eyes and thought of happy thoughts. But there's no Neverland.

Then something snapped, a voice fired.

It said, "Don't go that way. Playing your game."

It was right.

I took out all the bullets, went to the landfill, threw it out.

I returned swiftly, it was pouring outside.

I sat down, grabbed my hair. Tears started to flow, I collapsed. I cried.

Just then, a knock at the door.

I got up, I staggered drunk to the door. I opened.

It was Sky. She asked if I was ok. I never felt better.

We chitchatted about life, family and college. She seemed fine. I felt like stone.

Then, she asked me how I was doing. I lied and said I was fine.

She needed to leave.

All of sudden, I felt that feeling of love from high school. That feeling set it out.

As she was at the door, I clasped her hand tightly. She noticed.

All the voices came back, I grasped tighter and tighter.

I confessed to everything.

I then let go, ashamed. I waited for the bullet.

Then she grabbed me, pinned me against the wall. Our eyes locked. My heart stopped. I never felt so scared before.

However, words cannot describe the space that diminished so passionately and quickly.

After that experience, I uttered the one thing I couldn't speak. "I love you."

She looked at me happily and lovingly. "I love you, Kaylon."

We then hugged. I could never seem to let go of her.

It was like she was a fox, she always seemed wild and untamed. I didn't know she also felt for me.

So tender and empathetic. It was the most prominent trait she had.

We went to go see a movie. The two of us.

The reason why I couldn't love her is because we were the same. We were magnets that couldn't attract.

But we did.

However, the one thing I noticed as I left was that her hair was shorter. It used to be below the shoulders.

Now, it was brushing them.

I thought it was adorable. It fit her.

An old man arrives.

Tells a young man about the future.

Gives him a time machine.

Then he departs.

A young man ages.

Becomes an old man in the future.

Finds the time machine.

Then he departs.

A man was living a happy life.

He had nothing to fear.

Then again, life isn't clear

When it takes you.

Some woman appeared,

Ripped his head off.

The blood squirted everywhere.

She didn't care.

A man just got done with punishment.

He was so tired, he needed a break. A break from all the trouble that he had caused.

The dungeon was messy. There were splotches on the floor and walls.

He told his slave, "Clean this mess up."

She replied, "Yes, Master,"and started work right away.

However, there's a catch.

I never said what dungeon.

And the mess that she has to clean up?

That's not blood...

I woke up. I was falling high from above.

On the other side was my girlfriend. She was terrified.

I yelled to her, "It's gonna be okay, baby!" I was wrong.

As pink dust cleared, there were large spikes.

It was inevitable the moment we were bathed and submerged in ourselves.

I woke up. Nothing happened.

On the other side was my girlfriend. She is terrified.

I yelled to her, "It's gonna be okay, baby!"

But it looks like Saw.

Mine was a trampoline, the other was real.

The last day of the week. Everyone was tired.

However, one teen wasn't. He wasn't because it was a special day.

A day to fly, levitate and be suspended, unbound by Earth's natural laws.

He often said, "Come fly with me" to people.

They didn't have the time or they thought he was loony.

One day, however, he noticed a girl who felt alone.

A girl who felt like she was shut in by her parents, shut in from everyone.

He flew to her window and gave a sharp two-knocker. She rushed to the window.

Therein came the teen, who swooped from above.

He said to her, "I noticed how you were feeling lonely." She nodded.

He then said, "Well, if you are and you have nothing to do, come fly with me."

She was nonplussed. He then sagged and explained, "Of course, you don't believe me. None of you do. However, they say is that seeing is believing!"

He then jumped out the window and flew, full of excitement and wonder.

She was looking, gazing at the fact that he could do what she couldn't. Find something to do.

She then closed her eyes and dreamed about the possibility of flight. The one thing that could make it all worthwhile.

She let go. "What are you doing?" The boy asked.

She fell. "No! Don't!"

She flew. Miraculously, she started to do what he could.

He was bedazzled. He asked her if she wanted to fly with him.

She agreed. What else was there?

They soared around the town. Through buildings, streets and even the cloudy night sky.

They didn't care about the world. For the world couldn't do what they could do.

Finally, they protruded the sky. Dashed around clouds, swiftly through the purplish landscape that was the sky.

They played tag, they raced each other and they had a marvelous time. She was forgetting that she also had somewhere to be.

Instantly, Ben struck 9. It was time to go home.

She looked at him in confusion and despair. He, of course, knew the look, it was one he acquired time after time.

Their fun was at an end.

He took her home, thanked her for the splendorous time they had. She also did the same.

Her parents called for dinner, she raced downstairs.

He looked on and smiled.

For there was nothing less nor nothing more of fun.

There was only them.