Little Nothings.

  I moved my eyes to watch my feet. The way my converses hit the pavement, or the sound of them scraping against the tiny rocks. There were holes in the walkway, little ones and big ones. Bumps were there too. If you didn't pick up your feet enough off the ground, you could easily trip over them. Looking ahead, into the never ending road. The black and yellow road beside the pavement for cars to drive on, and bikes to peddle with great speed. Another walkway on the other side of the street, unoccupied. It may look deserted, but it was like a mirror. Looking the exact same from the one I was admiring, from the bumps to little and big holes. Trees surrounding us, but who is us. When you looked up, the only thing you saw was green. Tall green trees with extremely healthy leaves watching us. There it is again, us. The fog was settling around the air, moving closer to the ground with every step. So thick, you could barely see 12 inches in front of me. The sky that was hiding the universe was slowly disappearing into the abyss. Into nothing, just like me. It was only apart of our imagination. Your mind. My image. It never existed, but only in our heads.