Paperroses

Maybe I should write a story, since I am feeling something. But it's not a feeling I like. Cool.

*Goes to the washroom, comes back and climbs into bed with laptop.
Alright.

Aaaand, I have nothing.
Let's try again. No backspace, except to correct spelling errors. Starting nao.


There was a man who crossed a road but half-way down, another man stopped him.

"You can't go there," he said, "Paradise is on that side of the road."

So instead of crossing, he sat down. The other man walked away, across the road to the side of it that the first man came from. The first man looked down the road, cross-legged, leaning his chin on his held hands, elbows on knees.

He looked and saw the setting of the sun. But the sun never actually set, it instead stayed on the horizon at the end of the road. He got up and started to walk back to where he came from but he was approached by the other man.

"You can't go there, paradise is on that side of the road."

He replied, "Then where should I go?"

The other man said, "Well, you can't stay here. Paradise is in the middle of the road."


Lol, what. I don't understand what I just wrote. You guys can try though.