BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS.

"Broken rules have broken laws have broken hearts have broken all." - Pitbull ft. Akon Mr. Right Now

I walk alone. I walk alone. The old freeway I'm walking on is grey and seems endless. The sky is grey. It's cloudy. I walk alone. I walk alone. It's cold. No one's there. There's not even any sound except for the old melody that followed me all the way. There are paper sheets flying in the wind. They are art-scholar-papers. I walk alone. I walk alone. Empty paper is lying on the street. I just walk by, don't even look. There is no color. I walk alone. I walk alone.  I walk past a broken piano, dusty. I walk past a guitar leaning against it. Never played. I walk past the old abandoned art school. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk past all those notes, all those joyfull melodies, that stopped playing in my head. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk past her house. Past her grave I haven't visited in so long. Photos of her funeral blown in the air by the calm, warm wind. I wasn't there. I was alone. I walk alone. I walk alone. Walking doesn't hurt. My legs aren't tired. It just seems endless. I walk alone. I walk alone. There are so many words written on the grey cloudy sky surrounding me. Never said them. I walk alone. I walk alone. There's no one. No sign of life. It almost seems like there has never been anyone on it except for me. Broken houses. Broken rules. I walk alone.  I walk alone. I walk alone. Conversations - never happened. Broken Hearts never fixed. I walk alone.