A growing sensation of incredulity arose within him.
"I guess I could just stop here," he thought to himself.
He held to a unique sense of timidity when approaching familiar situations that he hoped would make him appear more discerning than he actually was.
His last job was at a 7-11. It was the kind of job that made you want to hold down the fast-forward button your life.
Everyday he would wake up, put on a shirt, and walk the two blocks to the store, stopping for a coffee and cellophane wrapped pastry on the way.
He always tried to forget who he was, what he wanted, what he thought about, what and who he cared for. All of these things infused a meaning into his life that he could not adequately respond to.
So he worked. He worked one day after the next. Stocking candy bars, running the cash register, signing the delivery form. Doing all of the things that things require.
I feel somebody grab my hand as i stand on the precipice.
-Have hope -they say.
But there is no hope .There never can be when all i ever hear is silence and the empty sound of my own thoughts bashing against the side of my skull.
But it's alright.They're getting quieter now. Soon when my body dissents and my feet walk the line of my weak resistance,my beliefs will crumble.The last remaining pieces of my soul will fall down and crash with me.Then the dull thrumming will return.But l will be alright,for ill no longer hear it.It will be forever persistent in the hearts of those who have once loved me.Then the thrumming will turn into screams of agony as my soul burns at the sentence of satan.The screams will haunt them forever as punishment for being weak enough.For giving their heart to someone who will never return.
She wanted to be left alone.
If not forever then at least for a while.
She was trying to bring back her happy self back after everything that had happened to her.
She felt like she was no more,like her existence had become a burden not just to others but to herself.
She remembered the family that rejected her and the friends that left mysteriously after her downfall.
"I want to be alone."
Thinking that someday she would have friends was like chasing dreams she would never catch.
She felt so weak,but she always got back on her two feet.
She felt like no one could understand her,like no one ever will.
Although her eyes were teary she stood up and boldly walked away
-"Stop talking.You know nothing.The light in your eyes is nothing but an artificial attempt at making things better.Nothing more than a lure to lead me astray."
-" We'll talk when you grow older".
I don't want to grow older.Is my opinion really that invalid just because i still call myself a child?Is my silence truly what makes you happy? if so than i'll obey you .I won't utter a single word again.Niether one of dissent or one of loyalty .I'll stand by you in your hardest times but will never try to make it better.Until of course i grow old.Then you'll be left by yourself. Forever peaceful.
She hummed softly as she delicately moved the curtain and pushed her head in between the folds of fabric.It was there like it always has been.A subltly shining figure hovering between the shore line and the horizon.The lighthouse.What it was about it that made it so special she didnt know. She just knew that seeing timid somehow alive quivering light in the distance,was just as comforting as any other way people would seek trust.Every day looking at the tiny light after she came back from school ,made her have hope for the next day. Have hope that even if not for her this tiny light would always shine.