(morning breeze - juke ross)
Things were a mess, no one was happy…no one? No, just one.
Jonathan: okay so the plan is, we will head to each identity and try to make amends and hopefully thing will eventually work out, at the end each of them is just a thought , a concept , either lasts or vanishes.
Kate: okay so where can we find them?
Jonathan: I think It would be easier if we start in an ascending manner according to the complexity of each identity, meaning, we will start with kit.
We got out of the mansion and headed towards the marsh looking for kit, the sky was very red and the river caught its fever.
At a distance we could see kit sitting in front a box playing with a little kitten.
Jonathan: Hey Kit over here !
Kit didn’t seem happy to see jonathan he frowned at him and looked away.
Jonathan: (sarcastically) heh ..such a nice kid isn’t he.
Kate: I fully understand him though, they see you more as a jailer or a warder rather than a friend.
Jonathan: that’s not something you’d expect to hear from the person who caught them in first place.
They now reached to where kit was sitting and the little kitten ran away.
Kit: what do you want?
Jonathan: we just want to talk.
Kit: about what! I’m finally free why can’t you just leave me alone, just let me be!
Jonathan: I can’t let you be.. you are an extreme and that’s not how life works..
Kate: listen, kit we would like to hear you out, just tell us how you feel.. why are you happier now..
Kit: I’M NOT !! I’ve never been happy ! I’m doing my best to be that but I can’t..
I build dreams and sandcastles to live in, i lift up all the expectations sky high, I set goals, I seed hope, and water it everyday, I run in all directions, always looking, always searching for something that I don’t know, a discovery, an idea, an opportunity a person maybe, hell I don’t know!!
I go round and about all day acting all curious about everything maybe I’ll find passion or what I truly love here or there, I’ve tried everything I could.. art, poetry, music ,writing , whatever it might be I always leave it half way through, and lose all the passion I had for it, and you know what I’m tired.
Why can’t I just be … simply be, for no reason, no aim, no goal, nothing.
Just let me be.
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