Frequently Evaporated
 

A black, lustrous candle, filling the boring November afternoon with its foaming shadows. It was the only source of illumination he had to comfort him on that dull, horribly gray day. He glanced through his window, watching a car approaching his apartment from a far distance. Maybe it would stop right next to his window pane? Or maybe not, as he did live on the second floor of the yellow building constructed by fractal rocks and half-corroded metal racks. No calls had been reaching him for the past week. No-one had even tried to reach his irksome self, which he was in fact happy about. Until he saw the car disappear slowly into the dreary mist.

The regular benefits of being a lone wolf; to actually get something useful done in his busy stay-at-home life, seemed so pointless at this very time, this very moment. For just once, he wished he could do something else before he went to sleep as usual every night. He wanted to change his life, to be someone else, to exist someplace else. To just be able to walk down the street and see people treat him a little differently than everyone else in the gigantic herd of sheep, was it really too much to ask for? He knew he was no different than everyone else, as he was just a brick supporting the community. Whose throne he was really carrying on his sore back, he couldn’t truthfully answer. All he knew was that everyone would get along as well with each other as always, even if he mysteriously vanished for a day. Or a month. Forever. Nothing would ever change.

good writing.... i think I know someone just like that wolf.

Deep, very deep novelty i may say.

Wow.

ME = NOT CREATIVE

Nice work friend

wow, thats the kinda thing, like your other stuff that sorta makes me think about my life, what it would be like if I vanished for a few weeks. I'm sure a lot of people around here do, but i feel like im not what I could be, im not doing enough. It makes me feel like i am a failure because i am not living up to my potential. wow its late. Im still young, but i think i feel this way because im so damn stubborn. I think i feel my ideals and beliefs are are so right, and that some people are just plain wrong, or acting capricously on what knowledge they think they have about life (i cant stand people smoking and drinking and having "relations" at such young ages, im only 16). In the end i end up thinking, "I am just like everyone else, I am just too stubborn to admit it."

Well, everyone has feelings, the only thing that varies is how different people handle them. "Tough people" will isolate themselves from feelings, keeping them buried deep inside them, while others might not have a way to express them, so they get nowhere anyway.

Although I don't have as many feelings as it might seem, I find emotions to be a great source of inspiration most of the time.