a place on earth where solders become kings

My feet hit the concrete, not even a second after I felt freer then I was now. Six hours left of sunlight, times running out. Speeding through in and out of traffic the wind brushes against my cheeks like a warm welcoming with a calm cold resistant. Everyone knows why their here, everyone knows what their doing this for. Not a face goes by without a look that’s unfamiliar; we’re all friends in the same place. Two white speakers the size of my pinky tips hug my ear holes. Suddenly I’m in my own place, my own world, leaving me alone.With every trick I do, every grind or spin, backwards or front wards, we are one. A wooden board with wheels attached to it, where not going anywhere this time. Out of breath, no time for breathing, my lungs panic as my heart beats itself out, I’m tired but I’m not going home. In a purple haze color, the sun began to set, mixed in with the clouds to form a grey and white skyline on a black night; a moon escapes, to give us light. We laugh, as Mother Nature tries to send us home, but we’re not going anywhere. For all I know she’s just running her course as well as we’re riding all over hers.Bodies of many young human species finally leave at this time of night, and I finally now see my breath. I’m the only one who’s here, legs tired, still out of breath. Glancing around at least one more time to see all that I have done, one look at the moon just to see it tomorrow night. The air was cold crisp and tight running through my lungs, inhale, exhale. A detective would not be able to find me for days if I decided to stay here, so paint my body in chalk outlines. I’m all set, all pumped to go, another minute of time has gone by, I’m not tired but sleeping quicker will come for a better tomorrow. Those white small speakers exited my ears, and I feel myself drowning as I’m being pulled back into this political existence, we call humanity. Mother Nature wins and the Kings have somewhere to sleep tonight.