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Thoughts

Thoughts. Thinking. Talking in the brain. Why do we think. What does thinking accomplish. Where does it bring us. All he did was think. His thoughts were full of other thoughts. He stayed up all night thinking about his thinking.
Thoughts are a strange things, no one  knows why we think, or even how we think. Are thoughts just the brain trying to string together past memories of words and images to try and make sense of itself. If this is true and thoughts are just memories then that explains the reason we can't think of anything we don't know of yet.
Thoughts such as these kept him up all night. He didn't understand why he thought so much, all he knew was he thought. Trying to understand his thoughts just left him to think even harder and deeper hurting his brain.
It was dark and gloomy outside, probably about 11 at night, and max was still up thinking about these thoughts. Max was a short kid, about 15, and had short, messy brown hair. He was kind of lonely and didn't really have anyone to talk to, this leads to him just sitting there thinking all the time. Max opened the windows and the moonlight twinkled in his eyes as he looked outside into the small forest.
The boy decided it was time he got some fresh air even though it was late and put his clothes and a coat on. He wore clothes dark clothes and wore a black hat because he didn't like standing out. Bright colours hurt his eyes and he didn't like attracting others peoples stares into his direction.
Max left his house and locked his door and stated to walk into the forest, the moonlight shone on the river as he glanced and saw the fish dance through the ocean. Beautiful sights like these were why he liked to walk around at night. He only recently started going out late as his mum got later working hours and didn't get back until early in the morning.
He kept waking until he met the end of his walk at the rivers end and sat down watching at the fish as they swam past peacefully. Max did something similar to this nearly every night as he didn't have many people he wanted to talk to, he found most people selfish and ignorant. He liked being by himself. It was peacfull. Just him. Quiet.
The boy heard footsteps comming from behind him as he sat there quietly and turned around to see a similar face. He was surprised they came, but at the same time just knew it was going to happen. He does this everyday so they had to come check on him at one point. Max sat there quietly, looking at the moon as he waited for them to come closer.