Concentrated Light
Those concentrated balls of light fluttered freely through the dark sky like a poised ballerina. The traveller paused in his journey to appreciate the beauty of the stars that should be appreciated only because of its patented beauty. He reminisced about the last time (it was probably years ago)that he had just enjoyed these small moments of pleasure and happiness - only receiving comfort at that time rather than buzzing about busily in life. He had lost a plethora of precious moments that he could have experienced if the explorer had stopped and spend time with his loved ones.
The wanderer yawned in a way that was similar to a newborn babe and made his exhaustion known clearly to the world. He gathered the bare threads of his energy and weaved them into a hauntingly crude quilt of motivation to continue on the seemingly never-ending path. The man wrenched open his eyes as much as they could to observe his surroundings. Encompassing him was an isolated wasteland filled with sand that engulfed its environment to the ends of the world. There were sand dunes towering over him like a skyscraper with a looming, ebony shadow. Sand spit itself in his face as each grain latched itself on his skin like a leech, increasing the risqué, rugged appearance that instilled lust and desire in hormonal teenage girls.
The desert reminded him of the Sahara desert that he had visited decades ago. He was so lonely and horrid during that time. There was a parching thirst before that lead him by the collar to seek precious salvation in the form of soothing slippery water. That event in his life was similar to the journey the man’s travelling but unlike that past experience, he felt no motivation or determination to seek the reward for his efforts. There was nothing left for him to covet and worship at his home - everyone had left him in one way or another. It was just him accompanied by his meaningless, material items in a poor lighted, cramped apartment. No pets, children or loved ones.
A desolate, barren emotion that consistently anguished the traveller seized him and turned him into a miserable, broken doll. He felt lost and bewildered about his place in the world. He had no idea relating to his place or purpose in life. The wanderer stiffened as his sixth sense’s compass spun hazardously all over the place. Thick, oppressing waves of apprehension and excitement condensed the air, solidifying into something unpredictable and simulative. He turned to face the haunting ghost of his past. She had that damn, teasing smile on her face that spurred deep and dark feelings in the depths of his heart. His love was such a sweet, enchanting minx. He stepped towards her like he should have done all those years ago if he hadn’t had hesitated in uncertainty which resulted in him to endure a harsh, suffocating pain throughout the rest of his life that was joined in partnership with regret. The woman that held the broken pieces of his cold, inhospitable heart stretched her arms out in a welcoming manner like a loving mother attempting to comfort a hurt child. She was the complete antithesis of his personality and himself. His adorable, wonderful lover was forever forgiving even though she shouldn’t sometimes especially in his case.
The man felt done with the world. He had tried his hardest to survive without his sweetheart and accomplish their naive, hope-filled dreams. It had seemed as though everything that he had done was a futile, meaningless and worthless. He had gradually became accustomed to the fatigued, wearied and drained emptiness. There was such a hole in his heart that was vacant. He closed his weary, exhausted eyes as the explorer entered in his beloved’s fiery, pure aura. There was a tranquil calmness now and he could finally rest in peace.
The wanderer yawned in a way that was similar to a newborn babe and made his exhaustion known clearly to the world. He gathered the bare threads of his energy and weaved them into a hauntingly crude quilt of motivation to continue on the seemingly never-ending path. The man wrenched open his eyes as much as they could to observe his surroundings. Encompassing him was an isolated wasteland filled with sand that engulfed its environment to the ends of the world. There were sand dunes towering over him like a skyscraper with a looming, ebony shadow. Sand spit itself in his face as each grain latched itself on his skin like a leech, increasing the risqué, rugged appearance that instilled lust and desire in hormonal teenage girls.
The desert reminded him of the Sahara desert that he had visited decades ago. He was so lonely and horrid during that time. There was a parching thirst before that lead him by the collar to seek precious salvation in the form of soothing slippery water. That event in his life was similar to the journey the man’s travelling but unlike that past experience, he felt no motivation or determination to seek the reward for his efforts. There was nothing left for him to covet and worship at his home - everyone had left him in one way or another. It was just him accompanied by his meaningless, material items in a poor lighted, cramped apartment. No pets, children or loved ones.
A desolate, barren emotion that consistently anguished the traveller seized him and turned him into a miserable, broken doll. He felt lost and bewildered about his place in the world. He had no idea relating to his place or purpose in life. The wanderer stiffened as his sixth sense’s compass spun hazardously all over the place. Thick, oppressing waves of apprehension and excitement condensed the air, solidifying into something unpredictable and simulative. He turned to face the haunting ghost of his past. She had that damn, teasing smile on her face that spurred deep and dark feelings in the depths of his heart. His love was such a sweet, enchanting minx. He stepped towards her like he should have done all those years ago if he hadn’t had hesitated in uncertainty which resulted in him to endure a harsh, suffocating pain throughout the rest of his life that was joined in partnership with regret. The woman that held the broken pieces of his cold, inhospitable heart stretched her arms out in a welcoming manner like a loving mother attempting to comfort a hurt child. She was the complete antithesis of his personality and himself. His adorable, wonderful lover was forever forgiving even though she shouldn’t sometimes especially in his case.
The man felt done with the world. He had tried his hardest to survive without his sweetheart and accomplish their naive, hope-filled dreams. It had seemed as though everything that he had done was a futile, meaningless and worthless. He had gradually became accustomed to the fatigued, wearied and drained emptiness. There was such a hole in his heart that was vacant. He closed his weary, exhausted eyes as the explorer entered in his beloved’s fiery, pure aura. There was a tranquil calmness now and he could finally rest in peace.