for shits and giggles, like ever. I was feeling kind of odd tonight and just randomly decided to write some crap down.
Most of this is true, but keep in mind, writing is not one of my strong suits so please judge softly :3
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I awoke at one in the morning, which is not a particularly strange occurrence. What was odd, however, was my decision to go for a walk. It was the middle of August, so the days were still bright and warm, but the nights had started to get crisp with the coming cold, that night being no exception. I went out with nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants, but I wasn’t bothered. I had become used to the cold during the many months I spent skiing up in the cold mountains of Colorado.
I walked up the street, the roadside lamps flickering on and off making my breath look erie as I breathed out cold air from my lungs. Everything was different at night, as if all of the color was sucked out of the world to be replaced with faded memories of the colors things were in daylight. I liked it though, it made everything look older somehow, gave objects a solemn emotion. Everything had a personality at night, or at least it seemed to. Maybe that was just due to the fact that I was completely by myself walking up the street at one in the morning.
I walked for what seemed like hours, with no real destination, just thinking about nothing in particular, my thoughts only to be interrupted by the occasional passing of a car, its headlights penetrating the dark of night. I was finally pulled out of my thoughts for good by the realisation that the sun had started to rise above the horizon, its early morning rays casting odd distorted shadows over the landscape, which I also realized, did not look familiar to me at all. It seemed I had wandered off further than I planned. I decided that it was time to head back.
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Now that I see this in a post it looks like a really sad amount of writing. However, it takes up like a whole page in google docs so fukdapolice
EDIT: I also realized that I start every paragraph with "I" Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Most of this is true, but keep in mind, writing is not one of my strong suits so please judge softly :3
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I awoke at one in the morning, which is not a particularly strange occurrence. What was odd, however, was my decision to go for a walk. It was the middle of August, so the days were still bright and warm, but the nights had started to get crisp with the coming cold, that night being no exception. I went out with nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants, but I wasn’t bothered. I had become used to the cold during the many months I spent skiing up in the cold mountains of Colorado.
I walked up the street, the roadside lamps flickering on and off making my breath look erie as I breathed out cold air from my lungs. Everything was different at night, as if all of the color was sucked out of the world to be replaced with faded memories of the colors things were in daylight. I liked it though, it made everything look older somehow, gave objects a solemn emotion. Everything had a personality at night, or at least it seemed to. Maybe that was just due to the fact that I was completely by myself walking up the street at one in the morning.
I walked for what seemed like hours, with no real destination, just thinking about nothing in particular, my thoughts only to be interrupted by the occasional passing of a car, its headlights penetrating the dark of night. I was finally pulled out of my thoughts for good by the realisation that the sun had started to rise above the horizon, its early morning rays casting odd distorted shadows over the landscape, which I also realized, did not look familiar to me at all. It seemed I had wandered off further than I planned. I decided that it was time to head back.
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Now that I see this in a post it looks like a really sad amount of writing. However, it takes up like a whole page in google docs so fukdapolice
EDIT: I also realized that I start every paragraph with "I" Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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