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Damn the Eyes.

Short story By: Popmeister

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Submitted:May 28, 2014    Reads: 199    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

It's raining. Not fair. I do not know what to do. What should I do? Boooredom. I'm not even sure that's how you write it. Ad I can't bother checking. Exams are coming up. But I'm too much of a genius to actually study shit. I have a dilema. I'm bored. and I have nothing to do about it. Ever since "The All-Seeeing" has come to power, they have taken away the concept of fun; and replaced it "awareness". That doesn't makemuch sense. I hope it would. I wish it would. I can't conjure my Bohemianess to come about anymore. I wish to write poetry of the divinity of Mercury....but....I don't think I have the will. All I can do is wish I could once again contemplate the meaning of it all. But it doesn't work..

Why doesn't it work

Why do I have to see

Why be aware when you can achieve much more satisfaction pondering. All I can do is watch the rain drip and drop soullessly. But I am aware I have a soul granted to me by the "Eyes", so I am not even granted the right to be soulless. What a buger. I am now waiting aimlessly for something to happen. And ....it's not happening.


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