It’s fine.
I don’t mind giving up a few hours of sunshine for unadulterated silence and an atmosphere that carries freedom in its essence.
I just wish I wasn’t so damn tired.
But, what’re you gonna do?
I fear the products of my imagination more than reality itself.
And hello again.
Tonight was a great night.
Simple, but great.
I recently came upon a piece of junk that happens to be a bike.
It’s put together and rolls, so… why not.
The pity of a ride has a fucked up rim on the back tire so it sounds like it’s bound to fall apart at any moment.
But, fuck it.
The moon was bright, it held the capability of lighting up every corner and the lights from downtown obviously helped.
People stacked out in front of clubs, bunches separated from the groups wandering in every direction towards hospitality and all the girls wanted to look especially pleasant tonight.
Ahh.
But you know me dear friend, I enjoy my silence.
I rolled on passing individuals lost like me and glided onto campus because I was sure no one would interrupt my nirvana.
The patches of grass laid out, cool and slick from the nightly watering, and the sidewalks turned and intersected in every direction.
Under a medium sized, black light post, I settled in, drawing my notebook and pen from my pack. The sense you get from college campuses is incomparable. The possibility of interaction with the striving minds of today lingers above your head and the sense of distinguished understanding among everyone lingers in your ears while the soft breeze brushes your cheeks.
It’s best to just breathe.
I began to move along this project, add some thoughts here and there, but I wasn’t in it, I can never force it. It just never works out.
After about 20 minutes of switching from staring into the dark shadows of mystery then falling back into the depths of my mind, I decided to move and get a better view of the moon.
The grass surrounded a flat fountain that spewed water up and let it gently come crashing down. I rolled my bike down to the base and laid down on the wet grass with my hands locked behind my head.
The stars spread out and when you squinted into the gaps of the brightest ones, premature bursts of light appeared into your sight.
Having moved from the grass to a long, cold brown bench near by the fountain, I laid on my back with my head turned to my left. The moon shined close above the palm trees and the luminescent rays absorbed my attention.
What a sight.
With the water perpetually crashing, the soothing hush danced in my ears as the breeze licked them, and I couldn’t move a muscle.
Couldn’t think a thing.
Nothing on this Earth seems to impact me the way the moon and stars do.
So I laid there and let them do what they do best.
Shine.
Live.
And cure.
Very well, good bye.
Beauty destroys my soul while inheriting my heart.
Just lay there and follow the trail of your thoughts instead of interrupting with emotions.
Surprise yourself every night.
It’s easier said than done.
But fun.
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