sleepless
I can see the sun coming from above the horizon. It's blinding, but at the same time, refreshing. Scanning the ground below, I look for springs of water and signs of life. Nothing. The expansive field below me is barren. Barren, and beautiful. I hope to find someone else, one day.
I see her, sitting there, in the clearing. Her long brunette hair, gleaming in the sunlight. She is nature, and in my life, very dear to me. It pains me, that when the moon hits the sky, and the earth darkens, she'll be lost to me, lost to me for another year. Once a year, I spend my time with my deer, wishing she was anything but.
I'll take a rocket to the stars, for you. I would do anything for you. Fly to the moon, kiss the night sky, anything. If it means I get to breath the same air as you for even one more second, I'll give up my life, my home, my people. For you. Everything for you.
I drained the fluid from my head, hoping it would relieve the stress. It didn't. It never did. I could never escape the purposeless effort of humanity, nor the pain that comes along with it. Leaking, draining, pulling and plucking, it never helped. I would always be cursed with this brain, this mind, this box of hopeless inspiration. I couldn't enjoy myself when I was forced to think. Forced to bend my simple mind around the perceptions of man and the way the world worked. Society had warped me, and I had just gone along for the ride.