Beauty is simple as is a goose in the sky. Parting ways with the others turning the perfectly symmetrical V into a slightly less symmetrical V, with one side being longer than the other, now.
His eyes closed as he rests his head on the fake grass alongside the soccer field where he watches his ex girlfriend sit on the bench and occasionally she goes in and he sits up and stares at her legs gleaming with sweat and her face of concern for conquering the slightly neon ball, abused by hundreds of players, and kicking it around the field and into the white net. As she's sitting, and he's laying, his eyes are closed and ears are open. Detecting only the direction of the voices muffled by the distance. He hears voices he knows, some he does not. A highway runs by nearly half a mile away, he tries to focus on the sounds of the cars but struggles to. Thinking of all the movies he's watched about entering a completely meditative state, he knows it's an eery journey with many obstacles. At that he gives up.
The sun is already risen when I wake up from a complete nights rest. Taped to the bedside is a picture of Margaret; I make sure I see it every morning. Through the crack in the window I can hear the birds chirping and fluttering around. A very soothing sound, one of the most. I close my eyes and listen to them for a while.
Perhaps I think this book would sell better if I spoke of simple beauty through a different context. I then remembered the comfort I found when I didn't have to think about anything. I just had to follow in someone else's footsteps.
The alarm on my clock goes off before the heart of the day starts beating. Margaret comforts my anguished awakenings as I rise from the rough thread which contains so many random things that collect on my clothes throughout the day . I feel little items poking me through the sheets, I lay on crumbs, turf, dirt. A pile of clothes which lays on me, on the bed, and on the floor. The only thing on my mind is the wind, I imagine it can pick me up and take me somewhere. Falling horizontally across the globe till it set me down in a beautiful Austrian village tucked away in snow capped mountains with rolling tall grass fields. A church bell chimes and small boys chase each other on the loose brick road. Girls snicker and skip back and forth while their mothers buy fresh produce. A large lake, impossible to see across on a foggy day. Is decorated with sailboats and rowboats.
.... To Be Continued