hailstormnightmare

Joseph sat atop a large, mossy rock near the outskirts of the city. His long, blond hair swished gently in the wind as he looked out - past the cornfields, over the farmhouses, through the surrounding forest and, indefinitely, to nowhere in particular. He had nothing in particular he was looking at. He was content being alone, past the boundaries of his city, with nothing but the smell of grass and the tickle of the wind to accompany him. He took a deep breath. He loved the smell of the countryside – it smelled so fresh and relaxing compared to the stingy smell he constantly picked up from his back yard and the park. They were a nice

For far too long have I sat around Whilst the war of our nations is the only sound I hear as I sit in the corner of my room Trying to shelter myself the gloom and doom. What will happen if I take a quick peek outside? Will there be a sign of hope, of an end, of a peace of mind? I’m scared. I don’t want to look. I think I’m too weak. So I got comfortable again to sob and heave.

For the longest time, I’ve questioned what I want. I couldn’t figure it out. It dragged me down, weakening me down to the core. Barely even determining what I didn’t like, what was left? What the fuck was I looking for? Countless people have always told me what to do. Not once did I meet someone who didn’t want me seeing the light of dawn. Everyone is out there, all for themselves, and they’ll leave nothing left. They’ll take everything for themselves, until everything is gone! I know what I want now. It took me ages to figure out. But I want someone – or something – that can let me be who I w