OK, firstly, if you haven’t read the post below, please go read it. Favourite post ever. I’ll try make Doug write more, specially if they make me cake myself like that last one. Well here is something I wrote a while ago. A little story kinda thingy. I also used stuff that I’ve already blogged here before so yeah. I’ve written others, and I’ve shown some people already so yeah. Just thought I’d chuck it up here.
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That night I decided to sit outside. It was chilly, but it didn’t bother me enough to make me grab a shirt. It was a clear night and the air was crisp. The stars were out. They were beautiful. As always. The stars on a clear night look like a black piece of cardboard placed on top of a white light, with tiny holes poked into it, the light peeking out almost cautiously.
I love the stars. I have this one favourite star. It’s awesome. It shines brighter than the others, and I know its exact position in the sky and whenever it’s a clear night, it’s the first one I check. I’m not sure why, but I suppose I need to make sure it’s still there and ok. I wish I had a star.
I suppose in many ways, stars are like people. There are so many, some glow brighter than others, some are bigger than others, but in the end they are all the same, just all little white dots stuck up in that big black thing. Sometimes they get covered by clouds, and sometimes we forget to look up at or notice them. But they are always there. Night in, night out, regardless of the clouds, the rain, anything. They are there. That we can be sure about. Well looking at it that way, I suppose stars aren’t that much like humans after all.
A couple of small wispy pale white clouds drifted across the blank sky. For some reason, I didn’t feel lonely at all that night, sitting alone staring up at the hundreds of glistening white dots blinking back at me. Actually, I felt calm. At ease.
I suddenly stood up, walked over the garden at the front of my house, bent over and picked up a piece of bark and threw it as hard as I could up at a star. God knows why I did it, but I did, and for an even stranger reason it felt good. The piece of bark disappeared into the darkness, before a pause for a couple of seconds and then a soft noise a couple of meters away as it came crashing softly back to Earth. I picked up another piece and did it again. And again. And again. I hadn’t felt like this for a long time. Carefree. Nothing at all on my mind. Love. The future. Life. All gone for those few precious hours as I stood standing throwing bark at the black night sky.
