#day 067

[formuladone]

Driver Every Day 2020 - 067//366 ∟ Day 067 - Mark  W e b b e r

[w0-2013-365]

067/26

election day

[w0-2013-365]

067/365

at work

[babbleandtea]

Day 067: Roam

Everything changes. Maybe not all at once but eventually. It started with my family, my friends. Slowly we drifted apart. Some from fear, some from denial and many torn from this world's cruel hands, that just keeps turning. There were whispers around town and soon they became scowling looks, and cold shoulders. Some sought me out, fascination and intrigue pulling them to me. Not the attention I sought. Finally unable to watch the times of sand tick away, I left. It was hard, I left notes to those that still stayed by my side, as long as they could.

Now I was roaming the lands for a new home. Somewhere bigger where I wasn't known by every passing face. Somewhere that I could become someone new. In the new city I could be anyone I wanted. That is until people started to notice me again, notice that time has no affect on me. They would give me the same feared looks, or glances of curiosity. When that time hit, I would roam again, find a new city and become a new face in the crowd.

A viscous cycle spurred on by a single bite.