Nobody Knows - The Lumineers

I start stepping off the subway train, getting pushed and shoved through the doors in the process. I held my string bag close to my chest, not wanting my supplies to get damaged in any way possible.

The supplies in my bag are my only way of making money, my only way of surviving all these town I've been through. I've been to a lot of places, all of them giving me things I never thought I'd have.

Souvenirs are a thing I get no matter where I go, to remember the rough yet fun journey of that state and the cities. I keep everything in my bag and it's starting to get quite heavy with items and such.

Clothes for me are a hard thing to come by, it's all too expensive so I end up wearing dirty, stained clothes that I can afford. I'm due for a shower and some new clothes, the ones I currently wear are growing too small for me to even be comfortable in anymore.

I make my way out of the station and up the steep stairs, finally reaching the sidewalks of New York City. Using a hand, I push up my back, square framed glasses and adjust my beanie.

This was one of the places I've always wanted to travel to, experience the loud, city noises and see the traffic for myself. I've only seen pictures in magazines that I found around my house.

I used to cut them out and tape them around my room and say I was going to these places someday, and I did. My parents were absolutely evil and cruel to me, I used to think they loved me but then I realized that they didn't and I left that very night.

Since I'm always traveling and moving around place to place, I've never had a friend in fear of getting attached just to leave them behind... Even when I was little, friends were a hard thing to come by for me.

I was the weird kid who always wanted to travel everywhere and I was artsy, a notepad was always in my hand or near me at all times. My art became good enough that I've had a few people ask me to draw them and I'd get money out of it.

So I started to do that ad save up and when I left, I took all that money with me. It lasted awhile and I was doing good until I was out so I drew people that asked me and I made good money to live a simple life.

The streets were crowded as I weave through the sea of people to find a place where I could set up my things. Everytime I go somewhere, I set up instantly so I can get the money to buy more supplies and food, necessities like that.

After what felt like forever, my legs felt sore and tired but I finally found a place on the sidewalk and sat down, holding my bag close to my chest for another moment. Carefully, I open my bag and pull out my sketchbook and my pencil case.

I had a sign in my bag, I usually tape it to my bag so it won't blow away and people could read it. I pull out the sign and tape it to my bag, flipping open my sketchbook and pulling out a pencil I had.

The hard part was waiting, I was a pretty patient person but I happen to get frustrated easily and I just deal with it anyway.

"Young man," a high pitched voice questions.

I look up to be faced with a young woman, her hand holding a man's hand, I could only assume they were a couple. They're eyes dart to the sign I had up and I sigh softly thinking they would just walk away.

"Would you mind drawing us please," the woman asks kindly, a small smile on her lips.

I nod my head and motioned for them to sit in front of me so I could see their features better and I could capture small details. They sit down and the man wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him and he smiles.

Instantly, I start working the picture and look up at them every so often to figure out the shaping and how dark and light they're clothing were. I use a hand and push up my glasses more, sighing softly and continue to draw.

They kept that position for awhile until I finished and tore the page out of my book, handing it to them. The woman's smile grows bigger as she reaches into her pocket and grabs out the money she owes me.

"Thank you," I mutter quietly, holding the money tightly in my hand.

"You draw really well... Where did you learn to draw that well," she asks.

"I taught myself ma'am, it just takes a lot of practice," I reply to her.

She stands up with the man as waves at me before holding the picture close to her chest and walking away. I smile lightly and look at the money she gave me, seeing that she gave me more than she actually owed.

This rarely ever happens to me so when it does, I'm thankful for it. Every little bit helps and it goes to my necessities and supplies.

My smile grew bigger and I quickly opened my bag and pulled out a small ziplock bag, putting my money in it and putting it back into my bag. My mind drifted back to that couple, how in love they looked with each other.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be in love myself, experience the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when you love someone and they love you back. I imagine it being one of the greatest things to feel...

But with how I am, love is hard to find, almost non existent. I've never had time to bond with anyone so it was hard to get the chance to feel strong emotions like that.

Love for me wasn't real, it was never going to happen. I would never feel love for a person and a person would never feel love for me...

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