Self-Timers Running Late

And there I was in the land of broken dreams and dismantled hopes. I ran my fingers along the volleyball net and stared at the basketball net longingly as if either could catch the scatter pieces of life in that ruined lot. The ash pit was growing like cancer, and the vacant cars at the end of this dead end road sat like corpses in cemeteries. And yet, amongst all of the sadness and pain, I found exactly what I was looking for: a window. - - - Today I discovered something extrodinary. No one in my family really understands me. They're not in that "don't understand" genre, but they just don't get anything I do. I feel so detached when I do things they've never done before, and they give me their looks. Another thing is that the people who do understand me are limited to less than half a dozen. My best friend, my worst enemy, sound boy, and the blonde. - - - I stole a window today. There is a place not far from my house where people used to tear apart mobile homes. I went up there today and there was a stack of windows sitting on the ground. No one had been up there all winter. The top one caught my eye. it was all dark, faded wood and perfect glass with a little, rusted handle at the top. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it. It's the first time in awhile that I've stolen something big. I felt accomplished. I won't lie. - - - Only those four will understand. I'm perfectly okay with that.