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6:00 pm
I sat at the windowsill,sketchbook in hand, forlornly looking out the window at the downpour. I sighed, it never would stop raining. All around, the evidence of a better life lay strewn across the room, faded and worn. Old photos with people smiling happily, video tapes of children playing happily on a lush green lawn, all lost forever in the folds of time. The only light in the room was the dull glow of a computer screen, various documents strewn carelessly across a gray background. There were many assorted books haphazardly thrown on the ground and on the disheveled sheets of the bed. The sheets were gray, the pillow tearstained. Gray was the color, not only of the room, but of my life in general. Slowly, and ever so forlorn, I began to draw............
7:30 pm
I tacked some of my drawings on the wall, hoping they would brighten the room. However, nothing could penetrate through the pure loneliness. The rain had stopped, but I only knew that it was only the proverbial calm before the storm. In the twisted world that I live in, the weather was always this way before something big happened, something that would affect many in a big way. However, this was status quo, bracing yourself and waiting for the storm to pass, never trying to stop it, never questioning why it headed in your direction. I looked out the window, and watched the dark gray storm clouds gather. I pulled myself away, holding the flood of memories back, waiting for the pain to recede. I almost succeeded, except my eyes caught one of the photos, this one in a heart shaped frame. It showed two young people, kissing under the full moon, the girl with her black hair pulled into a ponytail, large wire framed glasses on her face. The man in question in a leather jacket, a crew cut on his head, a motorcycle nearby. I made no attempt to stop the rush of memories this time. I retreated to the bed, defeated as I sobbed heavily into the pillow.
8:45 pm
After crying for a while, I finally felt the courage to steel my nerves and stop. I started to feel hungry, so I found something to eat. However, nowadays food doesn’t have much taste. I cleared the dishes, and I sat by the windowsill. I wondered why one thing and one thing only could take so much, ruin things so quickly, but most of all I wondered why they happened to me. I had done nothing to deliberately cause problems, yet problems followed me as if I were a magnet. I lost myself in my thoughts for a minute or two, so I didn’t realize that I was drawing, by the time that I noticed, I was done. The drawing was a butterfly. I don’t know why my hands chose to draw what they did, but I thought it over. I thought that it was how I wanted to be, free from the pain of boundaries, free to wander. But I found that it was an eerily close fit to myself, it was a very fragile creature, always free but still bound by it’s limitations. I shoved the books off the bed, and I lay down thinking, just thinking........
10:00
Went online for a while, mostly to see if anyone was out there. As usual, no one. I want through all the sites, all the web pages, Youtube, Myspace, Facebook, and found nothing. I stopped searching, lay down on the bed, and thought to myself, there must be someone out there....
Midnight
I woke up to the sound of roaring wind, the only trees outside bent to the ground. It was pouring rain, flooding the world outside. Filling it with water. My eyes widened, it cannot be! But it was, though my eyes didn’t want to believe it. I went on my computer, and found the winds outside to be at about 90 miles per hour and rising rapidly, along with my heart rate. I huddled in the corner, trying to convince myself that this wasn’t true. However, the next minute I got a harsh reality check. The roof was ripped straight off, with a thunderous roar the wind sucked up the loose papers. All that I had left of my life, my drawings, my photos, all were being taken upwards. However, I realized the nature of things, that I cannot fight forever, and I succumbed to the power, being pulled upwards by pure force. However, it didn’t bother me, if this was how life was destined to be, so be it. I could fight myself, but I cannot compete with the world at large.

MKDDR
19/30/08
Lang.

Description
6:00 pm
I sat at the windowsill,sketchbook in hand, forlornly looking out the window at the downpour. I sighed, it never would stop raining. All around, the evidence of a better life lay strewn across the room, faded and worn. Old photos with people smiling happily, video tapes of children playing happily on a lush green lawn, all lost forever in the folds of time. The only light in the room was the dull glow of a computer screen, various documents strewn carelessly across a gray background. There were many assorted books haphazardly thrown on the ground and on the disheveled sheets of the bed. The sheets were gray, the pillow tearstained. Gray was the color, not only of the room, but of my life in general. Slowly, and ever so forlorn, I began to draw............
7:30 pm
I tacked some of my drawings on the wall, hoping they would brighten the room. However, nothing could penetrate through the pure loneliness. The rain had stopped, but I only knew that it was only the proverbial calm before the storm. In the twisted world that I live in, the weather was always this way before something big happened, something that would affect many in a big way. However, this was status quo, bracing yourself and waiting for the storm to pass, never trying to stop it, never questioning why it headed in your direction. I looked out the window, and watched the dark gray storm clouds gather. I pulled myself away, holding the flood of memories back, waiting for the pain to recede. I almost succeeded, except my eyes caught one of the photos, this one in a heart shaped frame. It showed two young people, kissing under the full moon, the girl with her black hair pulled into a ponytail, large wire framed glasses on her face. The man in question in a leather jacket, a crew cut on his head, a motorcycle nearby. I made no attempt to stop the rush of memories this time. I retreated to the bed, defeated as I sobbed heavily into the pillow.
8:45 pm
After crying for a while, I finally felt the courage to steel my nerves and stop. I started to feel hungry, so I found something to eat. However, nowadays food doesn’t have much taste. I cleared the dishes, and I sat by the windowsill. I wondered why one thing and one thing only could take so much, ruin things so quickly, but most of all I wondered why they happened to me. I had done nothing to deliberately cause problems, yet problems followed me as if I were a magnet. I lost myself in my thoughts for a minute or two, so I didn’t realize that I was drawing, by the time that I noticed, I was done. The drawing was a butterfly. I don’t know why my hands chose to draw what they did, but I thought it over. I thought that it was how I wanted to be, free from the pain of boundaries, free to wander. But I found that it was an eerily close fit to myself, it was a very fragile creature, always free but still bound by it’s limitations. I shoved the books off the bed, and I lay down thinking, just thinking........
10:00
Went online for a while, mostly to see if anyone was out there. As usual, no one. I want through all the sites, all the web pages, Youtube, Myspace, Facebook, and found nothing. I stopped searching, lay down on the bed, and thought to myself, there must be someone out there....
Midnight
I woke up to the sound of roaring wind, the only trees outside bent to the ground. It was pouring rain, flooding the world outside. Filling it with water. My eyes widened, it cannot be! But it was, though my eyes didn’t want to believe it. I went on my computer, and found the winds outside to be at about 90 miles per hour and rising rapidly, along with my heart rate. I huddled in the corner, trying to convince myself that this wasn’t true. However, the next minute I got a harsh reality check. The roof was ripped straight off, with a thunderous roar the wind sucked up the loose papers. All that I had left of my life, my drawings, my photos, all were being taken upwards. However, I realized the nature of things, that I cannot fight forever, and I succumbed to the power, being pulled upwards by pure force. However, it didn’t bother me, if this was how life was destined to be, so be it. I could fight myself, but I cannot compete with the world at large.

MKDDR
19/30/08
Lang.