20 Seconds Parade
I was bored, so I strolled around the venue. Never did I thought the coordinator would put me for the parade barricade. I was thinking, "Oh, good. Maybe I'd see you. Hopefully." Seems like God granted my wish. There you are, holding the flag. Tightly grasping the pole with your fingers. Walking slowly, with pride and glory glistening over you and your hooded friends. Silently, but deadly. Not a glare, but just a serious stare. A stare that says, "Don't mess with us." But I don't care about the scary look you guys trynna gave. Because I put all my attention to you. Your charisma shone and sparked. You passed me, as I can't take my eyes away from you. As I watched your back slowly getting away in the crowds. Although I feel sad because I probably won't see you again in a short time, I need to keep my straight face. And I thank God again for giving me a very good best friend, she knows me very well. She took a pic of you using her an
