There once was a boy who decided to leave on his own.

Embarking on his journey, he left everyone he’d known

For days and days, the boy traveled to find the nearest of towns

As fate would have it

He met a sullen man with the biggest of frowns

The boy asked this man, who seemed on a trek

For what reason he was looking like a total wreck?

The man took his time to weigh his answer

and the man finally delivered.

He said, “My boy, i have lost my horse

She left when i showed no remorse

for all the time we traveled without rest.

Oh how i regret that we take things for granted

But in the end become disenchanted

By the rights that were wrong.

So I ask you boy, if you could find it in your heart

To accompany this old man to the nearest city port?”

Happy with glee for he met his first friend

he quickly obliged and together they went.

The second day after they met,

they decided to make camp outside the city limits

They called it a day and turned off the lamp.

The boy dreamt little dreams of adventures and friends

But it obviously would have to come to an end.

The boy woke his tiresome little head

a week of journeying will do that, especially without his bed.

To his surprise the old man was gone

everything was missing, even the boy’s possessions.

Left with nothing besides the cloths on his back

To anyone else this was a major set-back

But the boy did not mind

He hoped the man had found his steed

instead of seeing that it was the man’s greed

Now stuck with little and alone once again.

The boy traveled whistling with nothing to complain.

Chapter 1 -end-

Alone at the peak, the eagle gazed through the clouds. Years have passed as he saw nothing but the sky and clouds; just up he recalled. He had missed the lives of those that were down below; scurrying to and fro their lives, living each day as it were there last. Peaceful they were, living joyfully amongst each other. They toiled the earth and sowed seeds of fruition, in hopes of a brighter day. Though they perspired, panted, and groaned, they all still wore a smile at the end of the day. The eagle had forgotten the days like these, perched on a tree, curious of these beings. Through the branches, silent and keen, he observed these people. But the ground was not for him. He wanted to go higher, higher than these beings below. To see the world from above, close to the sun; to feel the sharp air under his wings; to fly  to a place where few have managed to reach; all something a angst bird would do.

Now he sits atop the world. He devoted years of his life to reach this place but still sits alone. No one to see him here in majesty, no one to notice his feats. This wizened eagle now perches at the peak, where only he himself could once see.

The night air is fucking cold today. Fucking california weather; one day it’s hot, another it’s blisteringly cold. The meteorologist doesn’t know shit about the weather. They should just bring some farmer on the news show and predict the weather, because I know he’ll do a fucking better job. The lights streak on by as the car speeds down the 605. Just like all of us, they are standing alone in a world where there millions of other just like them. Mini-vans filled with people whose destination probably has nothing to do with me. They all live their own lives, own agendas, own minds, own futures; just like me. My two fucking suitemates talk about something along the lines of starwards, and I begin to tune out. It happens often. I’m frankly too fucking tired to care about their bullshit stories and experiences. The highway is empty tonight, it’s barely ten yet there’s only a handleful in sight. Most of them are those behemoth gas guzzlers that dumbass fuckers get to compensate for something that they don’t want the public to know about. I hate those fuckers; you ain’t macho, you’re stupid. I tune back in to check what’s happening in the car, and now they’re talking about Lord of the Rings. They’re not those fat sci-fi fuckers who work at comic book stores, but they’re kind of bad at times; but who isn’t. I’ve found myself talking about old shows or something “uncool” once in a while, but one of them is an asshole. I won’t delve into it, but he just is. And finally, we pull up into the parking lot and proceed to walk to our goal.

I should’ve brought my hoodie.