No one reads my blog. So I can either pretend that someone reads it or the opposite. Maybe I will write about my self in third person.
I will.
Chris was laying down in middle of a busy street, his back flat against the earth, and the sun against his skin. He felt trapped, stuck in between the earth and the sun. He was bound into a place called society. Society never seemed too nice, too kind or too loving. I guess its unfair to blame the society as a single being, since it is made up of many beings. So I guess people were never too nice, too kind or too loving. Wrather, they were too volatile, too hurt, too sickened. And Chris felt tired... and stuck... trapped, inbetween the earth and the sun. So he felt like laying down in middle of the street. It was a forced step, a step taken towards freedom from the fear of the society. So he laid down on the street. To break that fear. But he was still scared. Because a car might run over him, and he will forget everything. And he didnt want to forget everything, he wanted to remember few things like his family, friends, the taste of the chocolate, the cool touch of the ocean, the great pleasure of lust and so on. So he opened his eyes and got up. cars were honking, people were yelling, ambulance was ringing. He dashed off, and ran hard. Because he was afraid that he was going to get into trouble.
