Perspective

Chapter 2 : Food for thought

These woods have always been kind of eerie, but still beautiful none the less. Walking around and seeing the trees along with the moonlit sky kinda just puts me in mellow state you know. Now if only I had my cigs with me along with my headphones then maybe this wouldn't be so weird. God I wouldn't mind listening to some Jazz right now, or even some poetic type shit. Something to keep me thinking rather than making me stick with my own thoughts. It's weird man, I keep getting this feeling as if I'm being watched but everytime I look around I just see a few deer here and there. But I mean it was their land first. Who am I to prance around their land as if I own them. As I continue to walk back to Crystal bay; back to my old stomping grounds, I start thinking. Should I maybe wait a week or two just to see if maybe my family and friends really give a shit about me. I'll find something to do in the old town while I wait but I'm just curious to see who is really gonna ask, "Wheres Shaun?" This just feels like the right thing to do in my situation.

On my way back to town I had a thought come to my noggin. If I'm dead can I see other people who are trapped in this sort of situation. I mean you know theres some shit that just can't be explained and maybe it's just other poor bastards that are stuck on earth who can't go on. It's just a food for though. Just that thought alone changes how I used to see supernatural shit. I used to look at TV shows and hear stories about this kind of shit but I never really believed in it. Now I just don't know what to believe any more. But I mean what can I do know but experience this rather than question it. So when I get to good ol Crystal Bay I guess the best thing to do is just fuck around for a bit and then see my family.