Category: Writers Block
Now as I ponder upon the subject, I realize how much freer I would be.I would soar through the clear blue skies like a bird or an atom. The possibilities would be endless and my freedoms unending. I would have no government to tell me what to do or how to do it. There would be no rules for me!1
Alas there was not such a chance, as it wasn't reality. I was only dreaming, but only if they came true. Maybe, I wouldn't be so bored in this east coast suburb, where life was normal and plain. It was so ordinary that it was almost depressing. 2
Why couldn't I live a more extraordinary live and surround myself with exciting people if I couldn't fly like a bird in the sky? Maybe then I'd have some kind of motive to live life. It's so depressing, that I don't, as it seems so dry and unchanging.3
It always seems I go through life from day to day just doing things for no good reason. It seems like I am doing them over and over again like a robot for no purpose. If purpose wasn't there then why should I do things? It's so depressing to live life it's almost useless. Maybe, life was just an excuse to torture humans. A fine excuse by a god, some cruel entity that decides for his entertainment he'd create life and put people in it for pure enjoyment. 4
My thoughts wer interrupted by a loud shrill cry. It came from a room upstairs.