What would the world be like without pain? A world that didn't cause evil. Where the world could be in peace and harmony.
What would the world be without feelings? The constant anger and sadness make everyone human. Yet the shut down of who you fee...
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Your eyes are closed, trying to forget everything around you; the music blasts as you are heavy in a dream of nightmares. You have lost so many people that you can change yourself for better light. You lost so many friends in the past, and now you lost more people twisted upon a younger youth. The only light you could reoccur was seeing Tyler walk away with a man.
*Two days ago*
You walked to a beautiful playground with four to ten-year-old kids. You had your usual cup of coffee; you just took anything with a decent amount of sugar and cream as you needed energy. The amount is not so heavy but could concern someone who rarely puts sugar and cream.
As you walked, the breeze was slightly firm but not so severe as you saw dogs barking, cars honking, and the unnecessary noise from adults talking about "life." The pigeons are flying in a flock, cautious of bird poop. Many have said that If a bird poops on you or anything you own, it's a sign of good luck! The superstition on rare odds of being pooped by a bird. As many birds as there are in the sky, it's supposedly rare to be pooped on by one than it is to win the lottery. You walked with a blue and black beanie, an oversized black shirt, blue denim jeans, a pair of black boots, and a bracelet with your name. The sun made you glow, but tanning in areas that made you sunburnt was not on your list. All the parents were on the benches or by the food truck.
The playground was not too big but reasonably spacious with grass and the amount of play the kids could have fun with slides, swings, and climbing. It was easy for a kid to run off when an adult was distracted. The only rule every adult will say to their kid is to not talk to strangers; even if they are friendly, it's still someone you don't know. You saw some familiar kids; the kids were from elementary school; most kids love being in the playground a lot, making fun while they are still young. You looked around, seeing about ten kids you could recognize by the park.
Yet someone looked a bit out of place; thetorn-upof a black hoodie and the way he slumped made him seem like he couldn't stand up straight. The way he kept looking around the playground. A grown-ass man was looking at kids, creepy with a stalker kind of vibe. That didn't stop there, though; his clothes that looked dirty had not been washed for weeks. The mud and dirt stains must be nasty if you mix them with water. But the bruises on his arm's cuts look deep, but some purple could have been infected in the bruising. The only thought in your mind could have been covering his face for a scar that made him not so pleasurable from a person's perspective.
People tend to prefer looks over legal personality, not all people. Still, if you think realistically, we are attracted by the person's face without an excellent clear judgment—a person blinded by our features that our standard becomes undoubtedly high for a minimal effort.
Searching around, you see all the kids playing at the monkey bars and swings, but one kid is walking away from the group. It was Tyler Salvador. Tyler had endured the loving of nature; he never liked being indoors because it consumed much of his mind thinking about what kind of journey he would want to take. You walked to Tyler to see what he was doing.
