The one that watches the world
He took a long drag out of his cigarette. He held in the noxious paradise and looked around him. He was sitting in a small patio in some dirty back alley, the rain falling, a small flood brewing. He exhaled the smoke. The rain keeps falling.
He wondered, it was said that the rain cleansed the world as it fell. To him it was utter nonsense. With the rain came the floods, with the floods came the trash, with the trash came the disease.
The rain started to get stronger.
There was about half of his stick left, and he took a long drag out of it. He held in the warmth of the poisonous smoke, savoring it. All around him the floodwaters rose. It would not be long now, he thought, that the flood will start getting angrier, and the flow stronger. It would not be long now that bigger trash would be coming in.
The rain has now become a deluge.
He stood up, only the butt remained. He had no choice but to exhale the warm smoke, he needed to breath after all. he took a few more puffs out of his used up cigarette. He threw it away to the rising floods. It was useless. It was trash. The current of the floods took away the trash to somewhere else. It did not make the world clean, only made it more ignorant.
He chose to follow the floodwater current, after all he was also trash.
The building with the patio he was sitting on was a disaster center. And now it had vacancy for one more.
He wondered, it was said that the rain cleansed the world as it fell. To him it was utter nonsense. With the rain came the floods, with the floods came the trash, with the trash came the disease.
The rain started to get stronger.
There was about half of his stick left, and he took a long drag out of it. He held in the warmth of the poisonous smoke, savoring it. All around him the floodwaters rose. It would not be long now, he thought, that the flood will start getting angrier, and the flow stronger. It would not be long now that bigger trash would be coming in.
The rain has now become a deluge.
He stood up, only the butt remained. He had no choice but to exhale the warm smoke, he needed to breath after all. he took a few more puffs out of his used up cigarette. He threw it away to the rising floods. It was useless. It was trash. The current of the floods took away the trash to somewhere else. It did not make the world clean, only made it more ignorant.
He chose to follow the floodwater current, after all he was also trash.
The building with the patio he was sitting on was a disaster center. And now it had vacancy for one more.