Random Thoughts Of Another Person

Unrealistic ideas of grass, the sky, the sun and a chair

Thoughts of an unrealistic being.
Fields of grass wander ever closer to the setting sun, adorning themselves with the gloomy light of the bright sun. I wonder , what it must be like to be a blade of grass.Must be crowded, especially since I must be one in a bijillion, rooted to everyone else, and yet lonely.What it must be like to be pushed over by everyone else, and yet bend to there ways without a thought.Maybe it would be nice though.I could always see the sunset, wave goodbye to the light, and greet the night.I would get beat up, but in the end, thats me.A blade of grass, the peice of stuff that you walk on without a thought.The object that hugs you when you contemplate your existance and think, as you stare at the sky, the ruthless sky that brings merciless tantrums of the heavens.Too many things to think about while lookig at that never ending blue...Must be nice, but I wonder ....would it matter.
Its night.Great job, you accomplished the world record of the longest stare into the now nonexistant morning sky.Or maybe The morning sky was tired of looking at you, so it ran away to the abyss of humanity, leaving behind the dark thoughts of the sky.Or maybe the light and dark are independent people, seperate but dependant on each other, like everyone else in the world.How it must be to look down on people every minute of your life.Must be intriguing, to know that the sky watches you, unwillingly.Forced upon there throne by the planet we so happilly call home, and yet abuse.Linked together forcefully, and yet stick together even after the chain of fate has eroded away.I wonder, why do I think of weird things 24/7.I could fill a small childrens book of all the comparisons I make in a day.Like how a chair supports others, and yet is not thanked, to be slowly broken away for the simplest of reasons.So you can sit.I hope that chair is happy, because one day, that chair will be gone, just like everything else, but a chair is a chair.Made for a purpose and used and thrown out, and so is the cycle of the chair, the item in the corner of your home.Manufactured to your standards, so that you can be comfortable. After years or months of use, it creaks under the pressure of your weight, trying its best to help you...But your sight is different.The chair creaked.Must be getting old, I should buy a new chair, cause this ragged chair isnt comfy anymore. Maybe thats what you think, or maybe your sympathetic, and think of the chair as an in-animate friendly object.I cant throw that chair away, we've been through so many things, like that one time my friend took my bed so I had to sleep in the chair.Maybe....But its the same.Even if you keep the chair, it will surely degrade on its own, under the pressure of gravity and the law of logic and science.Doomed to be thrown out or left to rot to its manufactured core.After your gone, no one will remember you.Maybe one day you wont be labeled as an object, so be happy.......Oh, Hopeless objects, why cant you just do nothing?