Hmmm....

So I have no new stuff to post so I guess I'll just make something up on the spot:

I walk briskly in the cool wind

Then upon the hill I collapse

I stare at the tree above

It feels as though as it is my shelter

My protection from life

I shiver

What am I doing?

The music that is pounding my ears

Feels as though it is just background noise

The clouds slowly roll over the blue sky

The sun peaks out and blinds me

I keep on a thought

I hate it

I hate the grass

I hate the sky

I hate the trees

I can feel the ground warming with my presence

I have been here too long

I need to get out

But where?

A tear slowly rolls down my numb cheek

My eyes, blurred with the oh-so-common moisture

I can't do this anymore

My soul needs the joy

But where has it gone?

Finally, I dose off, into my dreams