Nothing
He sat on the large boulder by the water until sunset. Until blackness decided it was the
time to creep up onto him. He liked to sit in silence immersed in darkness. It was a
perfect way to think about his thoughts. How he felt that week. The week before that.
How he might feel in the future. He was used to being extremely analytical.
Every little incident was extremely criticized, none being more important than the other.
He always seemed to go off into little tangents. It wasn’t his fault.
He was considered an awful person by his fellow peers. They didn’t understand
him. He didn’t understand them. Life was alien to him. Existance was just there. If it
was taken away, he wouldn’t care. He would welcome it with open arms. He wasn’t
stupid enough to do it to himself or to wish it upon others. He was just indifferent to it
all.
He never liked the way his name sounded. Nobody seemed to acknowledge his
existance. He didn’t want anybody to. He named himself Nothing. Nothing. The state of
the world, the state of the community in which he lived in, the state of himself. It was all
just dull air to him. He tried to liven it up with the help of a few friends. That was the
only thing that worked. That kept him alive. That made him want to wish the next day
with any sort of emotions. Otherwise, it would be nothing to him.
He used to be smart. Colleges don’t judge their students by intelligence, he knew.
Just by their hardworking skills. He knew that school wasn’t a measure of intelligence in
anyway, and didn’t care. He would make it someday, he knew of it. Nothing would stop
him from reaching the top. Unless things became too bad. He knew that could happen,
and often thought about it. It was another one of those things that always seemed to
plague him.
Nothing always sat on the boulder. After-school, when he was supposedly doing
homework, he was there. It was his favorite place to be. He wouldn’t want to change it
for anything. The lighthouse in the distance beamed a magnificant light which he loved to
let his thoughts get sucked into. The water violently hit the dunes and sand at this point of
the year, which he was used to. It gave him a thrill to see the earth this angry. He knew
he wasn’t the only one. He felt at one with nature. They had a mutual bond. They both
understood.
Nothing. The complex person with too many different facets. There’s too much
to list to make anyone understand. Only a little bit of personality can be known through
several writings. Perhaps he’ll share some with you one day. If you’re lucky.
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