I rip that leaf with my shoe, wondering if I should stay or leave. There’s something about this place though. It’s like the world stops and my worries are allowed to flourish. Because beneath it all I am still a person.

No one knows about this place or this cold bench. This place has no popularity, or ridicule, this place is my sanctuary, my freedom.

I don’t want to leave, jump in, and try not to drown. Because if I had a say this place would be my only home.