That's what this is, right?
Once more for old times sake, I guess.
This place has always seemed as alien as I have felt;
Deep in some places, altogether foreboding.
Not to mention, forbidden. No need to alert the sheriff.
I wait til after 5 pm, the workers go home;
It's a nice little place to chill and watch the sun set sometimes.
A nice place to remember. To think. To wonder. To get lost,
long lost within one's self. Getting lost again; that sounds... enticing.
A contest entry
- Why Not? by Randomly Beautiful.
500 points, ended September 25, 8 entries
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