It Got Lonly Up Here · 2:50am Sep 11th, 2012
This morning, I awoke with grand thoughts about one of the characters I thought about. My mind flooded with his actions and philosophies, the twists and turns he would add, and how he would rule all. But as quickly as these imaginings of my heart came, they vanished, leaving my mind desolate of thought.
I went around the campus lonely today while people surrounded me. Not a moment of solitude for my body, but an empty wasteland for my brain. I walked in that wasteland, observing the nothingness that filled my head, and I wondered, "What put the trees here? Who planted the flowers and groomed them? Was it a stranger that has abandoned me today? Was it here when I thought of grandiose adventure, the heartbreak and struggle, and of triumph unmatched? Was it here when mysterious characters meet me in this sacred place? What did this to me, and why did it leave?" Then, I ran out of questions. I looked around and saw everyone, but saw nothing. I saw the sidewalk, but saw nothing. I saw the buildings, the lawns, the skies, but I saw nothing.
My body wondered back into the dorm. I sat and I worked, because I was told, told that if I worked, that I would have something. But today, I had nothing.
And that's what I get for going to bed too late yesterday.
Always Sincerely,
The Music Man
Way to wax philosophical, big boy.
351324 (Reasonandrhyme)
Sorry, I'll try to save it for the big stuff.