PAPER PLANES - TRACOB

EIGHT ; SAD GLARE

each day was bringing the next millennium closer, making  jacob sadder.

he would've lived two diferent millenium, but he would still be so young.

it was late this night but jacob couldn't sleep, another time. he found himself drawing on his black board, trying to relieve every thoughts he had in his head, but he couldn't simply do it, it would've been too easy.

so his feet traced the same pace he did almost every night, going to his window and sitting on the roof.

he looked at the ground, it was almost jet black, but you could guess some things, like the tables from the bar not that far away in the street.

he sighed, a loud, deep sigh, as something that looked like a person walked down the small street.

it was later than usual as he was normally able to identify how the people walking down were dressed, or at least their hair color.

he really should go to sleep.

but he couldn't, because he hadn't receive his paper plane yet.

how pathetic of him to hold onto a piece of folded paper.

but speak of the devil and he eventually appears.

a breeze of wind and a paper plane flew next to jacob, making him crack an once of a smile.

sweet boy,
why is your sad glare always pointed towards the cold ground ?

and jacob shook his head, not even knowing the reason himself.