happy people
(a short story)
"I'm way off.", sounded Max.
"It ain't you. It has got be the wind. I guess it's time Max. See you tomorrow!"
A thin boy licks his finger, and with eyes closed, raises it to feel the wind.
You have to close your eyes. It's the most essential part of it. You need to render yourself blind to see more.
Then run...running like the road he ran on was chasing him to where there'll be no ground at all. It was as if the wind from Everywhere blew the darkest of clouds to the city just so they can make him the happiest boy in all of Everywhere.
He's still a happy boy...after 24 years of embracing the wind and catching heaven's tears with his skinny little face. It's his formula for happiness in the city of weeping.
The weeping.
It has stretched beyond man's definition of horizon...in all of Everywhere.
Man knew why it happened. They, however, weren't sure how to put an end to it. Sounds weird if i may say. Man would always know how to do things. Fix things which are screwed and screw things which are fixed. For this same reason, he was, and still is, very glad to not be a man.
The rain these days doesn't make him that happy. Maybe because they taste funny. It wasn't like this a year ago. Neither was it like this a couple of years ago. But he does wonder if it tastes the same beyond man's so called horizon. He hasn't really gone to most of Everywhere. I havn't been either.
"You're begging me to tell you what's missing...everywhere in your mind it's creepin' in! in! in! in!"
Max reaches out for an old phone. "Yup! Max here."
"Hello Max." The voice elated Max even better than the rain did 10 years ago. It was time.
"I guess tomorrow came so soon."
"Not so soon Max. It's just about the right time. It's the perfect time. Everything will be beautiful, you'll see."
(to be continued)
(a short story)
"I'm way off.", sounded Max.
"It ain't you. It has got be the wind. I guess it's time Max. See you tomorrow!"
A thin boy licks his finger, and with eyes closed, raises it to feel the wind.
You have to close your eyes. It's the most essential part of it. You need to render yourself blind to see more.
Then run...running like the road he ran on was chasing him to where there'll be no ground at all. It was as if the wind from Everywhere blew the darkest of clouds to the city just so they can make him the happiest boy in all of Everywhere.
He's still a happy boy...after 24 years of embracing the wind and catching heaven's tears with his skinny little face. It's his formula for happiness in the city of weeping.
The weeping.
It has stretched beyond man's definition of horizon...in all of Everywhere.
Man knew why it happened. They, however, weren't sure how to put an end to it. Sounds weird if i may say. Man would always know how to do things. Fix things which are screwed and screw things which are fixed. For this same reason, he was, and still is, very glad to not be a man.
The rain these days doesn't make him that happy. Maybe because they taste funny. It wasn't like this a year ago. Neither was it like this a couple of years ago. But he does wonder if it tastes the same beyond man's so called horizon. He hasn't really gone to most of Everywhere. I havn't been either.
"You're begging me to tell you what's missing...everywhere in your mind it's creepin' in! in! in! in!"
Max reaches out for an old phone. "Yup! Max here."
"Hello Max." The voice elated Max even better than the rain did 10 years ago. It was time.
"I guess tomorrow came so soon."
"Not so soon Max. It's just about the right time. It's the perfect time. Everything will be beautiful, you'll see."
(to be continued)