Hidden & Found 36 quill engraved memories

The street lights were dimming,
And stood tall office buildings blinds were pulled.

Sky's were misty,
the ghostly moon glistened in the night.

Taking the long way home,
Down the cobbled path.

Scruffy trees with engraved emotions,
Wild forest animals Scurrying in the attempt.

Softly step by step,
I haunt the longer way home.

Scurrying and whispering came from the bush beside me,
I continue and just ignore.

Shadows and mist breezes
Brushed unexpectedly beside my face.

I could feel my hair being twirled,
Into tight ringlets of shame.

Something pressed against me,
I knew it wasn't a dream.

Feelings of a lifetime,
Happy or sad hit me.

Taken over by memories i swept under the rug,
And left to be alone.

Flickering images and look-a-like movie clips,
Just floating in my head.

A stray finger carefully tapped my shoulder,
I reach to wards my shoulder all i can feel is wind.

I can feel the caricature of it's past,
Death overlapped with Sympathized sorrow.

One minute has passed,
And one movement i have made.

Feelings have passed and faded in the haze,
People i felt for just don't matter anymore.

All left behind,
There for someone else to find.

I can hear the whistle of a young boy,
And 36 whispered in my ear.

I rapidly start to sprint down the long way home,
Wondering if I'll ever get there tonight.

Shadows and mist follow me,
Stalking under the foggy sky line.

Whistling and the whispering of 36,
Came along too.

I can feel something engraving into my back,
I don't know how to describe how i feel tonight.

I felt the wiping of lips comfort my ear,
As 36 was heard and whispered again.

3 houses away was my peaceful house,
Where I'd be safe for once.

As i got there i pushed the door open with might,
Padlocked the windows and every door in sight.

As i reached for my door handle,
I twisted and turned it with strength and might.

Only to find,
A print labeled 36 engraved into my hand.

Stretching out for my bed side table draw,
An old open book with torn and wrecked pictures lay open with a soft quill on the top..

You never know what you'll find,
On the misty long way home.

From school at night,
You'll discover your memories.

A torn and wrecked mysterious book,
With a feathered quill you'll always Turn to..