Thursday, November 27, 2008
Fields of butterflies overtake him. No comprehension of
how it works but he wants more. He loves himself but not his
life. He needs more to satisfy the craving.
Intelligence, good looks, honesty of a thousand people
aren't enough, he needs more. Time he needs now but it's too late
for him. He gives up hope of ever finding the way.
Why is this world so cruel to him, he wonders. Pondering
thoughts abound in his head. The thoughts of a thousand people
before wander through his head but he knows not what he wants.
He hopes for the time.
He hopes for the time he needs to contemplate his life
and come up with an answer.