Its a warm and breezy day, the kind that lifts sun dresses in the summer. As the wind goes about its way from the seas through the land then the next sea, a man is sitted on a park bench watching the blue sky. This is a man with alot of time on his hands.
They say the best things in life are free, what do you think?
As he gazes upwards with his shades on to protect his eyes from the somewhat glaring sun, you’d think he is on a staring contest with the big orange mass of gases in the sky of which he is definitely losing.
What is he thinking about ? Well what do you think about late at night, in your bed, all alone, in your mid 20’s still living with your parents.
It’s the root of all evil. The thing we invented as man and chase after it for most of our lives.
But he had already finished that fantasy. Onto the next one , the one that he actually cared about. The fantasy that he would like to manifest into reality.
In this day and erra what he is thinking about, people make fun of it. It’s not something people crave for anymore nor respect. It’s basically Donald trump.