He removed his clothes, before laying down on the grass, naked, with his hands under his head, watching the stars.

He was nature's son, now. That's the feeling that he was getting.

That was the feeling that he wanted.

That he was craving for.

The wet grass tickled him but it just helped him to get into his trance.

To forget.

That's why he came there. Whenever something was wrong. Whenever something was missing in his life.

The calm breeze made him get goose bumps, but not to the point that he felt the need to put his clothes back on.

He would stand the cold, if it would mean that he could hold this feeling…just for a little while longer.

The stars. He always lost himself in them. He liked them.

And they liked him. They were always there for him. Gently allowing him to take off his mask of happiness and love. Gently allowing him to reveal his face of dissappointment and depression.

He was not one of those people that understood his feelings. Indeed, he never seemed to completely grasp the concept of human emotions.

Except when he was there.

On that spot.

In the tall, green grass, under the stars.

That was when he understood. That was when he healed.

That was when he slowly prepared to put his mask back on.

The one of happiness.

The one of love.

The one that hid his real face of disappointment and depression.

As soon as he put his mask on, he forgot about his real face. He buried it into the back of his head.

But there was always something missing.

There was always something that…just wasn't there.

And he never realized what it was.

Until he found the urge to come back here.

To lie naked in the grass.

To look at the stars.

To look at his soul. To search it.

To find out what was missing.

And there, under the stars, he always understood.

He understood everything.

But he never found the way out.

It was like losing your arm, and not being able to find a new one.

And it was tearing him up. Bit by bit.

Slowly.

Aimlessly.

He had come to accept that. He knew that he would never be complete.

He accepted that he couldn't fix it.

He understood that he couldn't fix it.

Under the stars he understood.




Blehh…hlutir sem maður skrifar þegar manni líður illa…*sigh*