The chilly nights of December exhausted him. Usually the nights were spent counting the blacked out lights from the neon signs across the street, or maybe even the occasional passerby until the morning. It was different this time, the streets dark and vacant.
Typical.
When he depended on it the most in his dull and ordinary excuse of a life. Maybe the repetitive motion of the day to day and week to week filled the void of wanting to dream big and live more. Maybe it broke him.
His corner was lifeless and dull tonight, reminding him of his self. Where was the fun in life; the bliss of it all? Dreams were equivalent to a single grain of sand on a beach. Compare it to a regular human being in the world and there was the definition of life. Just a single drop of water in the ocean.
He stood gazing out the window, the scarce rays of sunlight hanging beneath the clouds. Fresh, new ideas brimmed inside his head. With a sigh, another meaningless day began, and a pity that it seemed to have no end.
A meaningless cycle.
