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The mighty oak tree stood resolute on the creeks bank. A reminder of years past, its branches having seen years more than my own eyes. The bark scarred from initials of passers by, it will remain when all of us are gone.
"Be careful!" Paint splattered to the sides of the stencil, ruining the wood. "Just go do something else. I knew this was a bad idea." She turned and left, feeling ashamed. She tried.
The crooked sign on the door kept out most, but not him. The house had been deserted his entire life, and it was time for him to find out what was inside. He confidently strode up the weedy yard, ascended the dilapidated stairs, and stood, heart pounding before the door. Reaching out a trembling hand, he pushed it open.
It was a day of pain. Pain in the heart, pain in the mind. Though she was little and didn't understand at the time. All she noticed was the pain of the black dog who was kicked out of the way by the ambulance drivers.
Grey smoke blocks the clouds, blocks the sun, blocks the stars. Only grey on grey. The smokestacks rise from the streets like mottled warts on the face of humanity; the ugliness encompasses all.
She overtly paced the tiled floor as naive eyes followed, back and forth as if watching a tennis match. She cried fake tears and spoke false kindnesses, mourning a man she didn't love, donning blackness, simply for the show.
From the yard came a boom followed by the chuckle of old men. The sun set in the late August sky, casting a golden glow on the broomstraw field as it was littered with potatos from the new potato cannon. The invention of a lifetime.
The limitless blue ocean of sky unfolds before me like a blank page. Sailing up to the unknown. The void dizzies my limited mind as I try to fathom eternity. Untether, oh soul.
The limitless blue ocean of sky unfolds before me like a blank page. Sailing up to the unknown. The void dizzies my limited mind as I try to fathom eternity. Untether my mind.