My world was slowly coming apart, and I was not even aware of it.
I’m in a open meadow out in the country, the sun was at its peak, a gentle breeze rustling the leafs of the old trees, just out of sight was a waterfall that feed into a small lake, I knew this as this was where I spent most of my childhood, hiding from my parents. I’m resting on a high branch of an oak tree, watching the horizon simmer. I feel safe, but lonely, as one does when you are left alone at night as a child. I looked up to see a lonesome buzzard zipping around and I felt a pang of jealousy, “I wish I had wings” I muttered to myself. The buzzard was then join by another, and my jealously was replaced with hatred, not of the buzzard that had just scored. But with how, I seem to be the only one alone on the planet. I sighed to myself as I always do. Not to piss on paradise, but it just isn’t the same when you’re on your own. I climbed down the oak tree, taking a moment to take in this awesome view, and then headed to where the waterfall waited, I striped down to my boxers and strolled in, it didn’t seem to be as cold as it used to be, but it’s a sunny day I rationalized, I swam until I didn’t know which way which up. With a little confusion I climbed out and headed to find my clothes, I found them, I threw them on and I walked down towards the meadow, I headed towards the woods, and went in search of one thing in particular, in a long dead tree, was the remnants of possibly the worst constructed attempt at a tree house in existence, I had built it as a child with my cousin Sam, we had only been 6 or 7 at the time, but we truly through we what we had built was going to be the empire state building of the UK, so we were abit full of ourselves, what are you going to do, sue us…?