Boom, crackow!
Boom crackow!
BOOM CRACKOW!
"Aww shweet" said Ethan, full name Ethulio. He glared at the lighting, for it was the most bedazzling thing he had ever seen. It flashed in the reflection of his broken mirror, with a glint. He continued staring, with zero interest of anything separate to itself. "If eyes see, and eyes can be seen, do we ever really look?" He pondered. The same infantile rhetoricals he always did. The thoughts that didn't make sense to anyone except himself, for Ethulio had a way with words,nor rather not, as the case may seem. His mind, so bold, so brave, so dominant. His speech, so weak, so cowardly, so dominant. He found that the hardest struggle was to explain, to display, to show affection. While he still stood at the Window, facing the slashes of light snd energy, he lost all concentration, dispatching it to his mind. He hadn't noticed, but the sky had cleared up, not a single cloud to be seen, let alone lightning. He threw his elbow against the window sill, placing his head in his palm, leaning from side to side.
His mind settled, his body tired, he stumbled to his mattress side, and lost all balance and toppled his mass on to it. Closing his eyes, he forced all thoughts out.
"No thoughts, no dreams, no thoughts, no thoughts, no dreams, no thoughts, no dre-..."
