I'm not Home yet.

  I walk alone down this cold dark street. My long blond hair waving behind me as I walk into the harsh winds. Most of the street lights are on other than the two that flicker off and on. I wish that I was home in my nice warm bed. I could have been there if it weren't for that dumb bus that made me get of at the city dump for no reason. I just keep walking reminding my self that I was getting closer to my destination with every step. So there you have it. Here is were I am and I hope I'm not here any longer.