I believe you call it destiny.
Some word everyone uses when they've found something real in this messed up world. Sometimes I look up at the sky and wonder what could be out there. Are there things we don't know? Are there things we aren't suppose to know? Have we become so drawn into a fantasy where other humans pick and choose how we feel, how we love, how we are? My mind wonders these things all the time.
I think of how we're so grounded, how we have to obey by the rules of other in this so called "free country". Honestly, what does that even mean? The word "free" has always made me believe there's more to life than we know. But we'll get to that later.
I saw him sitting there, I saw the way he sparkled when he talked about all the small things that most people take for granite. He made them seem so fascinating. Like, I wanted to know more about the way he loved hearing the whisper of the wind and how it made him feel like he could one day become apart of it. He made everything simply beautiful. I wanted to know more. Every single word that he spoke soon became my favorite book to read but yet he had the only copy.
He told me of the dreams of his future. He explained every detail as if he had already lived them. Every story, every aspiration, every hope, every dream they were all so magnificent.
January 7th, 2018. 12:41 a.m
But soon, it all came to an end.
