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The slanted driveway looked strangely comforting to him tonight. He lay down getting comfortable his gaze fixed upwards. It was shortly after midnight. The crisp cool air rasping gently through the now barren branches. A few undistinguishable sounds were the only thing hat would break his barrage of thoughts and deafening silence. As he stared above him he watched the few small clouds as they dissipated giving way to a bevy of celestial bodies. The clouds, he thought, looked as if it were a summer day and he were a boy laying beneath a tree looking at the rays of light that managed to make it through the leaves and find him where he hid. As the clouds faded away so did this thought. His eyes transfixed on a few stars watching them wondering if it were in his head or if they were actually moving just slightly or if maybe it was him that was moving. The porch light shone bright in his periphreal and the flickering of a neighbors caught his attention a few times. How had he come to be here? Why this place, this time, what if this really is all there is. The crackling of his cigarette with the inhale broke the silence and scattered his thoughts. Perhaps I'll read a bit he thought as he stood up to return inside. After a few steps he realized that he had been laying there for over an hour. He then decided to write of what he had seen and where his thoughts had been. Sadness... one that mere words could not describe. An ache deep within that feels more like a howl in the woods at night. It makes you completely stop and take note of everything around you. Once again he realized he was alone. His thought's hopped around from here to there in no set pattern unless he was asking the same set of questions to a person for the umpteenth time. He liked doing this to see what the different people would say. He smiled a half smile thinking of a broken pogo stick named lucy propped against a wall as a small group of platypeese waddled past. The thought slowly sank in again reminding him just how alone he was. He couldn't remember the last time he felt alive. He knew it had been a lifetime ago. Perhaps this time he wanted to experience hard work and pain to make up for a life of joy and servants. At this moment he had an epiphany. He would go back outside and draw the world as he saw it. Every single leaf, rock, gust of wind. His world, the real world, but through his eyes. He had finally found the purpose he had so longed for. With a spring in his step he grabbed his sketch book and bounded back out the open garage bay door took back his seat against the hill laying on his stomach and opened his pad to a fresh page. Realizing his lead had broken he took out his sharpener and found a new tip. With a smile on his face and a picture in his head he started. The pebble to his left was where he decided to start. The smooth dimpled surface of it struck a chord within him. In his mind he pictured the story of this pebble. The imagery was so vivid in fact that he was oblivious to the outside world. A mistake he would never forget. As soon as he noticed the noise he looked up realizing what was going on. Why else would he have opened the bog door. "Fu..." was all he was able to expel before the wheel of the roommates car permanently pressed his thoughts into the asphalt.



I know this is not my standard type of story but I felt like writing something and decided to just let all my thoughts from the past 2 hours or so just flow out as they saw fit. I hope that none of you judge me by this.