An Exerpt from My Unwritten Book

"I look down too much. So, sometimes I come here to look up…to remind myself that there is an up and not just a down." -from my unwritten book

I have so many random thoughts that go through my mind. I sometimes write down what my imagination brings me. Yes, I have conversations with myself sometimes. This quote stems from a scene that is as follows:

"There was a relief about the air that evening. I walked down to the river, which was a mighty long walk considering it took me three hours to get there. When I reached the rock I intended on settling on there was no one around. It was the perfect night to star gaze in silence and solitude. I quite liked my time alone. No questions were asked of me and no eyes fell hard on me like a bowling ball to its pins. My tension from the surgery was gone but the pain was still present. So I layed my body on the rock and began to wonder into the black and into the twinkling stars.
I was interrupted after, who-knows-how-long, by a familiar voice. My friend Olausse was meeting up with some friends. The river is a popular place especially on a summer night like this one. He didn’t recognize me at first but shined his light on me quickly to find out. Unfortunately for me I had my eyes closed and my clothes were lying next to me. I was planning on skinny dipping after my star-gazing phase of a daze was over. I did manage to leave my underwear on, much to both his and my relief. I screamed, ‘eeeeahhh! Um…well this is..umm. Who are you?!’ His immediate reply, ‘what the heck are you doing out here naked??!’ I knew instantly who it was. You can imagine how I responded. I obviously wasn’t naked…not completely at least. I explained myself as did he explain himself. Then he asked why I came alone. I wasn’t sure how to answer. I do this thing where I have long silent pauses between every one or three words when I’m not sure what to say to someone. He in turn was agitated and eager for an answer. He also saw the scar from my surgery. I was mortified. I hadn’t planned on telling anyone, especially a friend from home, about my tragic fail of a surgery to save my degenerating body. But I managed to give a general answer as to why I had come alone. ‘I look down too much. So, sometimes I come here to look up…to remind myself that there is an up and not just a down. And its a magnificently beautiful up at that.' "

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Unwritten Book