Then he noticed he looked different. He was another person when he looked in the mirror.
John woke up. It was all a dream, it just needed a bit of reality for it to all fall apart. Seems like things just get worse, which makes him doubt if there is really a "better". He's very aware its a very negative thing to do, but what can he do during negative times, think roses are red and violets are blue? Well reality shows, pollution is killing roses and violets.....
John used to be a normal guy. And all of a sudden good things started to happen to him, then all of a sudden, like a spaguetti sauce stain on your shirt, they all started to fade..... Now hes back at the start line, like a race in a circle, right back in the beginning. In that aspect, life is like a really bad movie, seems like its going somewhere, then the plot gets pretty much screwed, and the characters become predictable, and eventually the movie ends in a crappy ending.
He gets up, watches the clock to realize its night time still, puts his warm slippers on, goes on to the bathroom, and washes his face. He walks over to the balcony wanting to see the stars and feel the wind, only to find that its locked.... he cant help but think the balcony was never open. He goes over to the backyard, only to remember its under construction and is closed and with a roof. Finally he goes outside, to find a wind storm..... -"Huh." -he thinks. -"Seems like is better if i continue feeling bad inside the house." -On his way back he finds that the door to his house is closed and locked. He was locked outside. Hmmm. He remembered explicitly setting the door so it would close. -"Creepy." -he said. He remembered enjoying the windy rain, and getting wet and hearing the rains drop, until he heard a metaphor which made windy rains sad times. So hes pretty much stuck in a sad time.
He tries and go to his good neighbor which he thought will surely help him, after all he always thought of him as a good friend. He gets to his house only to find a little sign saying "Watch out for the stab." -"What the hell? Im pretty sure this wasnt here before, or was it that i didnt pay enough attention?........Huh." -He continues walking down this road, theres a lot of people there too, but they didnt seem to notice him, or anybody..... maybe if they did they would probably be able to get out of the situation, but no, they stood under the rain. Little tears of sorrow coming from the clouds were all over their bodies. John found it useless to try and talk to them, they seemed to be stuck in their own world. He continued to walk under the rain.....the wind blew strongly.... he heard some words in pain and turned around expecting to find someone who would actually help him.... and found some sheets of paper on the floor... seemingly written by someone in a lot of pain. The drops of rain moved the ink downwards pretty much like a tear does on a cheek filled with black make up. John cried, or at least he felt like he was, cause the rain and wind got really strong by now.
By the time he finished reading, the paper was white and was dissolving on his hands.... the stories on it falling into oblivion, pretty much like the pieces of paper now on the floor going into the sewer. He sat on the sidewalk, still in his pajamas, with his head sinking slowly in the sea made by his own hands while he himself sank and sank in the tears of the wind, the tears by the wind, the tears on the wind. John stood up and decided he had to carry on... He went by.... Houses on the left and right of him..... some filled with darkness.... some filled with secrets.... some filled with fights and jealousy..... some filled with happiness.... then he came up to one that suddenly turned his lights on..... it was a guy in bed seemingly happy. John instantly wondered what was his secret, and went around to see if he could enter the house.... but he found the door to be in chains from the inside. It appeared as if he was closed up in the building without any external contact. -"Is this the way to happiness?" -John asked himself. -"How can anyone be happy trapped?"
John carried on, wondering to himself if the guy was right or wrong to lock himself up. He walked and found an open shopping mall. -"Now, thats weird." -and he walked in. Stores closed everywhere. Mannequins staring at no where with the same blank smile as those as the people who were wandering outside.... He put his hands on the glass and looked closely at them.... They actually were made to be always happy, but there is something very sad in their expression. Sure they have expensive clothes, but have you ever seen a mannequin receive a hug? Ever been kissed? -"Maybe im a mannequin. A mannequin who was given the chance to walk, but nothing else." -he thought as he saw his hand prints from sweat staining the glass.
"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!?!?" he yelled....not only in tears, but in vain....suddenly he felt a strong wind blowing him, warm wind.....it was as if the wind was taking care of him, eventually the warm wind dried the water from his clothes and the tears from his cheeks, and John just stood there, feeling as if he was being hugged, and a little piece of paper flying across the wind coincidentally slipped in the only pocket his pajamas possesed, and he was about to reach for his pocket when suddenly the wind in an increase in force whispered in his ear...."....don't......just wait...".....
Well, John decided to get out of the mall. And it seemed as if the warm wind followed him. He walk out into the rain which carried stronger as before, but the warm wind, hugging him as if he was the only one in the wind's life, dried him instantly after he got wet, it was as if the tears of pain, madness and frustration were not affecting him, the wind was protecting him. As he walked in the middle of the car-less street. He walked up to each one of the persons that wandered in the road worried and sad....affected by the rain, and each time hecame up to each one, he hugged them and the warmness surrounded them too, and soon after much hugging done by everyone, soon everyone was actually happy, and the rain decided to leave since it was ineffective now.. So John went home....
As he walked by, he saw the pieces of paper dry on the sidewalk which contained the story of pain he had read, but now they werent stained, it was as if nothing was ever written on them.... -"What is this holy wind?" -he asked himself as the sky cleared up revealing a sky full of stars, shining as if this was the last day they would ever shine... so he sat in the side walk next to the pieces of paper, this time looking at the sky, which seemed to talk to him as well......he payed close attention to what they said, stood up and went to the door leading to his house which he found open. What the stars said was: "Remember the little piece of paper given to you." So he reached for his pocket.
John woke up. He felt as if he had been doing a lot of waking up lately. He gets up, watches the clock to realize its night time still, puts his warm slippers on, goes on to the bathroom, and washes his face. He walks over to the balcony wanting to see the stars and feel the wind, only to find that its not there, there is no balcony now, he maybe imagined it. He sat on his bed, and felt something in his back pocket. "Wasnt it a dream??" So he opened the folded paper, which read the following:
As he walked by, he saw the pieces of paper dry on the sidewalk which contained the story of pain he had read, but now they werent stained, it was as if nothing was ever written on them.... -"What is this holy wind?" -he asked himself as the sky cleared up revealing a sky full of stars, shining as if this was the last day they would ever shine... so he sat in the side walk next to the pieces of paper, this time looking at the sky, which seemed to talk to him as well......he payed close attention to what they said, stood up and went to the door leading to his house which he found open. What the stars said was: "Remember the little piece of paper given to you." So he reached for his pocket.
John woke up. He felt as if he had been doing a lot of waking up lately. He gets up, watches the clock to realize its night time still, puts his warm slippers on, goes on to the bathroom, and washes his face. He walks over to the balcony wanting to see the stars and feel the wind, only to find that its not there, there is no balcony now, he maybe imagined it. He sat on his bed, and felt something in his back pocket. "Wasnt it a dream??" So he opened the folded paper, which read the following:
"Im sorry. I've sent my best friend to look out after you.
I strongly believe he will take good care fo you."
-The wind's Best Friend
And as soon as he finished reading he felt a warm breezing giving him the same safe feeling as it did on what he thought was a dream, but will never forget. It was all pretty much a creepy experience, but a good kind of creepy. And this time, he could truly go back to bed.
Good night, John......
Good night, John......
