MARK!!, where have you been? Didn't you know that you had to be back before 5p.m? Screams a women in a loud voice...
As the little boy recalled his past, he's overcomed by a flow of emotions running through him...
Down by the creek, as he's sitting by the tree, lying on the green grass, with his mind at peace... A sudden rush of thoughts overflow, as the vivid reflections burn through emotions..
Droplets fall down,
on his face and cheek now,
as he comes to the terms,
With his life in his hands,
O' where is his home,
And where should he go,
Where is this place,
he calls home.
As the light turned to darkness, in a matter of moments, the sky poured down fiercely, he ran helter-skelter to the nearest cover and protection he could find.
He ran as fast as he could,
He ran as hard as he could,
and out of that running,
he tingled with a sense of freedom.
Freedom from the burdens that lay within,
freedom from the essence of strife and pain,
freedom from the past that disowned him,
freedom from the world which he grew to disdain.
As this boy ran, he found a hut half abandoned. As he crawled up the hut, he was drenched in exhaustion. As the water trickled of his chin, he pondered and felt the loneliness within. His only 2 possesions he had, which he loved and yet disdained. His body and his memory the only two connectors connecting between existance and time. He wanted nothing, but yet everything.
He searched and wondered, what it would be like to feel. The emotions within, that he was built to feel. As he searched his mind for happier times, moments of which he had to appreciate, those moments in which he was acquainted with the emotion, that was so lacking in his life. Moments that would turn the sorrow into joy... As he dwelt on those precious moments, the sun started to shine.
With his clothes all drenched, he squeezed and he dried for time to take, away the pain. That very day, he swore to himself, never would he allow that same emotion to be felt by another. He was empty inside, but of out of the giving grew something, something he grew to cherish, and look forward to. As his clothes dried, he put them on and raced towards that elated emotion, as much as he lacked as much he would give, which he innocently envisioned. He had nothing in life, nothing whatsoever, which was why he appreciated every little thing in life just a little bit more, just a little more....
As the sun turned brighter he paced faster, to the future he saw in that elated emotion. Perhaps, perhaps, he thought to himself... Perhaps... (to be continued)
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