The sun today was warmer than usual. The humidity was slightly bearable. The low wind blew the words: peace and quiet. Some birds flew directly above me; they all sang their tunes with much ease. Seeing them glide through the light blue skies made my teeth cringe with jealousy. I wanted to fly away with them. I badly needed to flee from this place. I had finally gotten tired of all the fake smiles I received from society. My corrupted innocence had finally given up. With my ignorance lost, I became consciously awoken. I just could not understand why hatred was deeply rooted to the grounds on which I walked on.
I had an urge in my soul to move on in life, but I was stuck and embarrassed with all my failures. I needed an answer as the years quickly flowed by. I badly needed rejuvenation to my troubled mind, and somehow I knew the answers to my worries were coming, but this sun seemed to prolong my approaching relief. I was broke and in a desperate need for money, and also I was about to miss another school year. I was just another man lost in the west. All I had were my written words. My spoken words were empty and of no good. I deeply wanted to see my pain end but, I was held down by all my past failures.
I had no love to share my exploding grief. I badly wished I had a girl who lay at rest on my bed, waiting for my return from my glorified low-paying job. I did not need her food; I just wanted to be able to crawl under her skin. I was a twenty year old man still I had never dated a girl, only experiencing the tasty feelings of sex from one woman to the other.
Right from my early beginnings I always walked alone. Everyone I reached onto for help rejected me with great hatred. They blew their trumpets happily knowing that I was slowly about die. In my time of pain and emptiness, a hand reached for my jazzy filled soul. I was given a light, and it was brighter than the sun which sat on the sky. This light made me cut of all my layers of self loathing. I was bathed with an inexplicable understanding. I was to begin a race I knew had no end.
I was thirsty for a fresh new journey. I wanted to paint on a new canvas, shade my mind from the color black. I needed another sheet of fresh paper to express my soul. I needed another pen to scribble down my emotions. I finally stopped all my old childhood habits, and had ventured into the abstract part of my life. I had successfully journeyed to the land of white. I traveled far and wide, searching for the place of rest, amid the traffic noise, and along the borders of the yellow lines. While the summer season laughed at my life, winter blew away all my annoyances. I never asked for directions. I walked alone into my salvation, past the tall trees, past the gaze from the panther, past the belly of the whale. I was finally given another chance after I had presented all my long life sufferings to the queen of the blue skies.