It was 2AM. By this time the park was empty and it it was just him still laying on the same bench still staring at the sky. A gust of wind gently brushing the leaves of the oak trees behind him made, every now and then a plesant white noise. Leaves were spinning and floating all around, just to get lost into the night. The lamp post to his left was zzzzzzzzzumin and bugs were bumping in making this plasticky noise.
The picture was still yet alive. Just like him, staring into the black sky not moving, breathing in the air filled with the scent of the oak trees of earth, of freshly cut grass.
How much time did it pass since nothing changed ? it’s been a while. There are no clouds tonight. Good, I can see the stars. Some really blink - it’s not a myth it’s real stars blink ! Is it an illusion ?! no. Why is the moon oval it was bigger earlier. I wouldn’t live on the moon. What time is on the moon ? there must be a different time. Whait.. it is ! no it’s not because no one’s there anyway why need time. God… it’s so far. Wait. Maybe GOD lives there he should at least have a mansion on the moon, with a pool how would water splash with a 6’th of it’s weight ? And he’s got a telescope to look down on us, that’s precisely why he choose to be on the moon to keep us in sight. Maybe he’s looking at me right now. Smile :D Why am I thinking. Thinking and thinking and thinking…
Noooooooooot Thiiiiiiinnnnnnkkkkkiiiiiing aaaaannnnnnyy more.
It’s plenty of room between thoughts. I’ll just stay here.
At 2.45 he was laying on his back, still on the same bench staring at the sky. not thinking. A drop of rain falls straight into his right eye. he blinks, the drop escapes at the corner of his eye.
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