I sat here, looking out the window, watching at the time went by and I wonder. What about? The sky, the birds, the cars, the houses, the people, the cities. Nothing in particular. Nothing at all. Does anything matter? Does everything matter? Does the fly that's ticking my ear and annoying me matter? does the music that is playing in the background matter to anyone but me? Why do I sit here and think about questions? When will the answers come or when will they actually make since? I sat at the piano and played a note, pretty soon I was forming a melody that I had made up in my mind but that didn't make since but still was beautiful but...not complete. Does my life actually play out like this? No aim, something good but never an end? The questions kept coming and I couldn't take it anymore. I got up, frustrated, and grabbed my keys and jacket as I mumbled "I'll be back soon" to mom and walked out the door. I didn't plan on going anywhere in particular but its where I always end up going. I sat in my car for a good five minutes before I got enough courage to get out of the car and close the door behind me. I walked beneath the trees and looked down mostly, but every once in a while I would hear the sound of someone approaching and glance up to make sure I wasn't in their way. No one knew me, no one should even want to know me. I reached my destination and let a sigh of relief slip from my lungs and desinigrate into the cold crisp air. I looked out over the river and watched as a barge chugged by, the birds chattering in the air and trees above me. I could feel the wooden railing beneath my arms as I leaned against it.
I heard nothing
Felt nothing
Finally.
The answer.
