I don't see them everywhere, mostly just in cities.
Pedestrians.
That group of friends eating on the outdoor patio, the coupling window shopping that thrift store; those people.
Before I can give them a second glance, the car begins to move; it's a green light.
No time to look.
No time to glance.
No time...
Am I ever a pedestrian?
Rarely.
Sometimes I wish I could just go into a city and wander. See what's around, meet new people, make new friends, start an adventure.
Maybe one day I'll run into a cute guy at some cool underground club and we'll talk for hours...
But I'll crawl before I walk.
One day...
About the Creator
Summer Orban
I have autism and like pizza... And I hugged a guy once.
"Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity."
-1Timothy4:12
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