For a few nights it sounded like there was someone walking up on the roof. Must be my imagination? This morning I was started when I opened my living room blinds and saw some one hanging over the roof looking down toward my window. I was like WTF. I stared at the kid like what are you doing and you need to stop being a jerk staring into my window. His eyes were open but he didn't blink. I went outside to confront the kid and when I got closer he didn't look so good. He had been shot and died up on the roof. Well I don't know if he was shot while he was on the roof but he died up there for sure. I never heard a gun shot. Although I am not home from 1:30 in the morning to 8 in the morning, it could have happened then.
Dead Kid On The Roof.
You don't see that very often. Then I started thinking that any ones life can end quickly and at any age. We would never get to say good bye to anyone or tell them how important they were to us. It's sad. Then the people left behind miss you, that's sad too. Why was that boy on the roof and why and who shot him? No matter what questions are answered that boy will never come back to life he is gone a part of history never to make new memories or share his life with others.
This was a dream I had the other day. I have some strange dreams and they always seems to me anyway, that there is an underlying meaning to them. Sometimes I figure it out and other times I can't and people just tell me I have weird dreams.
