non

There are a million things I would rather do.The sun burns holes in the back of my head as I sit waiting for class.Ravens group in the parking lot.The asphalt attracts those who seek the meat of the dead.Clouds circle the lawn,waiting for a chance to unleash their essence.My neck writhes with the breathe of those who came before.The shadow of all my forefathers casts its pall on the walls that enclose my life.There are three of them,these walls.Each with its own personality,its own life blood.They comprise the source of my every want,my desire.There are millions of things I would rather do,but I can't.I cannot leave the shadows.