He sat . Contemplating the inevitable end of the planet he lived on . It was scary to think in such a manner of which was so confusing , that you start questioning your own existence . The constellations on the ceiling above his dazed mind were his thoughts starting to make sense . At least ; this is what he had come to belive - but can you really fully understand a concept so mind wrenching? No . It was simply yet another fantasy powered by the mind of the local dreamer that would never be accomplished.
The carpet brushed against his teased hair -it felt good. His play list had come to an end about ten minutes ago but he hadn't found the sanity to actually succeed in the task of changing it yet . After all , what was the point ? The music would only be broken by the poor WiFi connection...
