Hopeless
One
"What are you thinking about?"
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. There was this side of him that was hopeless sometimes, it wasn't depressing or sad (to him), but hopeless. He wouldn't know how else to describe it. It was the let down of opening his eyes to see a cottage cheese ceiling where he wanted there to be a spiral galaxy. He wanted to reach his hands in and pull down a star, cringe at the burning hot gas, then drop it in surprise, but when he opened his eyes and reached his hand up to pick off a kernel, he couldn't even reach the ceiling, let alone the stars. "Nothing," he mumbled finally. He wanted to tell someone he knew why he escaped so much- because it let him see the stars.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. There was this side of him that was hopeless sometimes, it wasn't depressing or sad (to him), but hopeless. He wouldn't know how else to describe it. It was the let down of opening his eyes to see a cottage cheese ceiling where he wanted there to be a spiral galaxy. He wanted to reach his hands in and pull down a star, cringe at the burning hot gas, then drop it in surprise, but when he opened his eyes and reached his hand up to pick off a kernel, he couldn't even reach the ceiling, let alone the stars. "Nothing," he mumbled finally. He wanted to tell someone he knew why he escaped so much- because it let him see the stars.