mayzy167

we are not misfits, we are not unkept or unwanted nor are we the slackers, the under-achievers, nor the unknown we are the Outsiders. waiting for that first taste of freedom from the choking constriction of the concrete city. are eyes, glances of into two places Upwards, toward the sky, the future or at the ground, glaring at are shoes with the malice of today. We are nomads, driving down the pitch black stretch of highway are arms, are wings, stretching out the open windows, the wind caressing are open palms believing for once, that we could really take flight, leaving this chocking, concrete world behind. Are most precious asset