that blue, blue sky

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

"How can you be so sure that the world hates what they see?" She asked him, turning for a moment to catch his face, but returning her gaze when she discovered she really couldn’t read him. Sure, he seemed a bit rough around the edges, but Ryan thought that DaVinci was a pretty decent guy. Of course she had no idea about his life or anything about what he had done before now, but she had a feeling he wasn’t as bad as he maybe implied he was.



She rolled to her side, one arm draped over her torso, while her elbow rested on the ground, propping up her chin in her palm. "If you loose yourself, then what do you have left?" She asked, though not necessarily looking for an answer. It was just something to think about. "I think you need to not be so hard on yourself," she offered, even though she knew she wasn’t really in any position to give him advice, considering she didn’t truly know his situation. "You seem like a decent guy to me," she added, offering a soft smile whether he saw it or not, before turning and lying on her back again.

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