I know this much is true.
I shivered in the winter air, and watched the snowflakes fall delicately down in the black night, their individual presences making the barest indentation on the already snowy ground. My warm breath made ephemeral puffs of fog in front of my face, and the smoke of my cigarette drifted into the freezing air and was swept away into oblivion.
The black sky, with its pale clouds, went on forever above my head. A few proud stars glinted amongst the weightless clouds, shimmering momentarily until they were once again swept under. The empty silence in the dead of the night settled in my ears.
I took a puff of my cigarette, letting the cancerous chemicals breathe into my lungs, and contemplated how little I really meant to the world. The everlasting sky above me, the sturdy ground under my feet, even the tiny snowflakes that would melt by morning all seemed to have a purpose; a purpose I could only wonder of, never truly understanding or belonging. I sighed, and put my cigarette, the little that was left, out in the snow. A black smear was left where I had stubbed it into the snow, confirming my belief that the nature of man is not to belong, but to destroy. I glanced at the illumating ground one last time, the snow that would be trampled by heavy boots in morning, and went back inside.
The black sky, with its pale clouds, went on forever above my head. A few proud stars glinted amongst the weightless clouds, shimmering momentarily until they were once again swept under. The empty silence in the dead of the night settled in my ears.
I took a puff of my cigarette, letting the cancerous chemicals breathe into my lungs, and contemplated how little I really meant to the world. The everlasting sky above me, the sturdy ground under my feet, even the tiny snowflakes that would melt by morning all seemed to have a purpose; a purpose I could only wonder of, never truly understanding or belonging. I sighed, and put my cigarette, the little that was left, out in the snow. A black smear was left where I had stubbed it into the snow, confirming my belief that the nature of man is not to belong, but to destroy. I glanced at the illumating ground one last time, the snow that would be trampled by heavy boots in morning, and went back inside.