Life - haobin

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The tip of Hao's fingers turned blue as they scratched over a piece of paper, black ink letters dressing the design.

Hao looked at his paper with distaste, scratching the letters with a pen repeatedly before taking out another piece. He hovered his pen over the paper, biting his lip so harshly to the point he could feel the salty taste of blood cover the side of his tongue.

He sighed, throwing his paper to the other side of the room, leaning back in frustration while mumbling some incoherent words to himself

"C'mon, Hao. How is it possible that you don't have ideas? You always have ideas" he spoke to himself, putting a hand over his visage to massage his forehead roughly

Words, words, words. That is all that came to his brain. Yet, he couldn't put any of them together. He couldn't find the strength to go retrieve the pen and sit himself down to write.

He sighed, glaring at the paper before jumping onto his bed. His eyes faced the window that remained open until late at night. The soft whistle of the wind played a melody as if to urge the boy to think of more sentences.

But he couldn't. So he stood up and walked up to his window, carefully climbing on it and looking down at the streets of his small town. The scent of fresh leaves and smoke filled his nostrils, allowing him to close his eyes. He hummed along to the melody of the wind before laughing at his own ridiculous behavior.

He simply opened his eyelids again before looking above him. His eyes met the twinkling stars, along with the clear moon that didn't overlap with any clouds. He let himself stare for a while before sighing and climbing down back to the safe ground of his bedroom, closing the window behind him.