Oblivion

Stars adorned the sky like little diamonds on a black velvet case you would give someone you adore. A warm breeze danced across the grass, a perfect audience which welcomed it's grace along with the lunar spotlight. A lonely tree was kept company by a young man, whose complexion matched that of the spotlight. His eyes, however, did not welcome the light, and his mind turned to his memories. The breeze continued to perform, while the boy remained ignorant to the performance. He indulged in his memories, one at a time .