Black, and White

He doesn't know where he came from, he doesn't know where he's headed. All he knows is the present. Where he is, and who he is. Though sometimes he doesn't know if he truly knows what he is. He'd like to believe he's just a normal boy, in a normal world, with a normal life. Though sometimes he feels there's more depth. While the world moves, and the sunsets, he ponders. Who is he…. A concept he tries to wrap his large head around. He goes off what he does know, he is a high schooler, he has three brothers, a mother, a father, and two dogs. He doesn't have many interests, mainly because he easily grows bored of things.

The more he grew up the more boredom was his main emotion. He likes to think he is close to others, that he has good friends who care. Yet he feels so separate, like there's a giant wall keeping them away. Usually people bore from the brick walls that surround him, though sometimes they stay.

Until they are forced away, to move to a place far, far away. Normally he'd feel sad, though he's run out of tears to give the ocean he has made.

Nothing really entertains him anymore, he'll just find something to pass the time, to pass the limited time he has. People say you're the main character of your own story, though he see himself as a background character.

The once colorful world, of deep blues, and bright pinks, is only filled with Black, and white. A colorless world, voided of emotion.