Just A Lone Boy (BoyxBoy) [DISCONTINUED]

Just A Lone Boy

The wind put it's long lanky fingers through my tousled hair.

The wind and it's feeling instantly placed goosebumps on my pale chap skin.

I adored the chilling sensation of the wind; begging it would stay for eons.

To start this off on an depressing note,the wind might actually be the only thing I would miss in my existence.

When it slapped on to my skin I felt as if I was being cleaned of all the filth that has ever crossed my mind body or soul, or as if I was having sex to with a sweet lover.

I need this, I wasn't going to be fixed I couldn't, I was broken done, I could no longer function; I was like that one toy you had as a kid. You never really payed attention to it but in the end you ended up ruining the crap out of it so, you had to throw it out and put it in the garbage with the dinner from the night before.

Sadly, that was like me. Minus the dinner scraps of course.

I guess you could say the past screwed me over.The past affects everything, in case you didn't know that. If you didn't well I think you should see a doctor.

Anyways, your future will change your future and so on and so fourth.

Then that future will be your pass. It's a idiotic process that sounds like a load of bull until you think about it and it makes perfect sense in the end.

It was almost ironic. The past was horrific.In the past I was terrified of death. It petrified me to be honest. Still does to this living breathing moment. Yet here I was standing near the end of some rusty bridge.

I've always wanted to face my fears.

The bridge itself looked beautiful from afar,but from close up it was just a giant piece of rust waiting to fall apart before your very eyes, like in that Final Destination movie.

In that moment I half smiled, nothing more entertaining than watching people die in disturbing ways.

My motto is, 'We're all going to die anyways, so why should it matter how?'

I looked down at the view from the bridge. It was one of the most breath taking things that I have ever seen.

Apart from a cigarette of course.

Though, the ocean never seemed to end. The water was calm and looked soothing. Begging for someone just to dive right into its beautiful natural blue.

The moment was close, but not yet exactly how I wanted it to be.

The wind was nice and steady like when you're riding a bike and the wind hits your face lightly.

Plus it was the beginning of spring.

It was warm but a bit chilly , but warm enough that you could go in the water for a swim.

The sun was still shinning brightly grazing the blue water , shimmering adding a golden affect to the ocean below.

I wanted everything to be how I expected it to be.

Some man or women would be driving in there beat up red Honda Civic. Some of the paint would be chipped, revealing the rust below.
They'd be smoking a ciggy and be listening to the radio to some crappy remix of a once good song. They'd be thinking about the conspiracy theory's about how some famous chick is in the illuminati and decide the fourth theory makes the most sense.

Their windows would be rolled down. The wind would hit their face and they would look to their right and see the breath taking view from the bridge.They'd drop their cancer stick to enjoy the view.