Boredom Ensues

Trapped By Reality

The sun shines out on the horizon. White fluffy clouds dot the sky in an array of shapes and patterns. Many as white and as pure as pearls on a beach, white little sign of rain or thunder. The blue sky stretches beyond the world, providing a calm backdrop to the population on the ground.The ground shines from yesterday's rain, glinting and glimmering like stars in the sunlight. Small puddles warm under the heat, shrinking as the sun shines on. The ground feels damp in great patches here and there, and yet most of the world has dried itself off. The flowers bloom and animals leave their shelters to look upon this new day. Birds tweeting, rabbits sniffing, and even insects chirping.

A boy sits as he looks upon this world, seeing all its glory and more. Seeing each small grain of sand, each drop of water, every blade of grass... Everything piecing together to form a great landscape to be explored, to be wandered. He sees the smallest detail in the pointless things, and allows it to fill his mind with hope, with amazement. Even if its only from a window view.

Finally the car he rests in slows to a stop. The engine whirs to a halt as the front door open to this brilliant world. The boy sighs and steps out of his metal horse to the open world.

The warmth of the sun and the cool winter breeze lands onto him softly. The sound of the wind whispering into his ears as he stares in amazement at the landscape, at the beauty of the world he stands on. He smiles at the birds as they glide past with great skill and talent. He sees the white clouds move slowly through the blue sky. It's beautiful... Wondrous... And yet it seems so quiet.

He looks down and sighs, for the view may be great, it may be a wonderful landscape and great picturesque scene, it is one he cannot explore.

His mind jangles the chains around his ankles as he sighs. He walks the same path he had done yesterday, and before that, and before that. He arrives at his prison, slumping against the door as he fiddles with his keys. He opens the heavy wooden door slowly and steps through to the cold cell. He closes the door behind him, sighing again. He looks out the window to the taunting world.

He longs to see it, to explore it, and yet it will never happen. He longs to not just explore the world, but to explore it with someone. He looks around though at his empty home. He sees vacant seats and spacious rooms. Rooms that are too large for a single person, rooms that are too empty, and too lonely. Yet he has no choice. He sits in his usual lonely seat, closes his eyes, and allows himself to once more waste the day away in his sleep...