But now a city, its lights dim and barely visible as the sun sets. Through the city go people, some lost, while others are looking to get lost. It
is here we pick up on this short story in the middle of a interlude of sorts, between being lost and found. A man! indistinct in height, and
indistinct in features stands under a light post, looking at the sky looking bored, feeling bored, being bored. But for a moment, out of the blue
the heavens quicken and clouds reveal there full majesty. And with that! In awe! Completely awestruck. His boredness is washed away as he is
drenched in rain.
That is the end of the story as our protagonist and sometimes hero had to run for shelter.
The End.
And now a word from our narrator.
Hey everyone! its me the narrator. Told y'all it was a short story. Moral of the story? Know your environments and always be prepared for the
weather, as you just never know for sure what will come in handy and its quite burdensome to carry everything around. However its always good to
be prepared for were you would be going.
And for the smartypants out there reading this. Yes "boredness" is actually a word.
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be uplifted and shine--just in a thankful state for the Blessings Bestowed great and small in this bittersweet world of sorrow, goodness and a greater
Hope.
I'm the one natural one, make it easy
we can take it inside
where I can love how I like if I want it
whatever keeps me high
yeah, we can take it
good and loose on an endless spree
good because we made it
and when momma's not around
there's no telling what we'll do when we're free
I'm the one natural one, make it easy
we can take it inside
I can have it cause I act like I love it
it's a matter of pride
yeah, we can take it
good excuse for an endless spree
good because we made it
and if the world is falling down,
it may as well crash with me
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash