. So I'm submitting it to see what people think of it so far and what they think would make it better. Perhaps maybe then I'll be motivated to finish it. Don't get angry at me for cutting off when it seems like its just getting started. Enjoy. (well, at least as much as you can)
Going Outside
The thought was running rampant across my mind. The thought of how lethargic it makes you feel to be inside when its raining. Longing to be free. Not to be looking at the lightning from a window but to be offering yourself to it with arms in the air, screaming your own name and what it means to you. How can someone feel better than what they are when all they can do is listen to the thunder, and not connect with its words? Equality at its finest is getting your back soaked by lying on the wet grass and looking up at the falling rain that covering your clothes in sweet euphoria. This was living. Being inside was not.
I sat there for many an hour staring at the storm and wishing. All i wanted was to be of the weather and leave behind dryness and its enititlements. To pass the time i talked to myself about absolutely nothing, just to keep within the blurred boundaries of insanity. The almost trustworthy man on the radio said the storm wouldn't stop all night, and i forced myself to believe him. I guess that meant I didn't have to rush myself in contemplating an escape. I knew beyond all doubt that i wouldn't be kept inside while Mother Nature was showing what she was capable of. So after all the conteplation of virtually nothing, i had chosen the only option i had given myself. I was going outside.
On the way to the door in my room i briefly looked at my raincoat. In that short amount of time I figured that the raincoat is like a condom, and i wanted to fall pregnant. It was left hanging on my bedpost. All i was wearing was a brown t-shirt and a pair of pants with a camouflage pattern on them. I was barefoot too. Barefoot was the only way to do this kind of thing, even though it takes away all the feeling in your feet. Who needs feeling anyway? So i walked out the front door with nothing more than a sideways glance from my mum. She knew that i liked to go outside when the weather was like this and she had stopped trying to keep me inside years ago, when it had proved impossible.
Just a few steps out the door and i felt king of all i saw before me. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that my house is higher up than any on the street and i looked down on them, or maybe it was just because i was the only living thing in sight; everyone else was inside. Still, standing here wasn't going to give the feeling i really wanted because i was still covered by the front porch. So i took a deep breath and began my 'journey' with a refreshing run across the front lawn with an occasional jump and click of my heels. Sure, i was hoping i wouldn't fall on the slippery green mass at my feet but it wouldn't have mattered if i did, all that mattered was getting up afterwards. I didn't slip after all. From the front yard i continued down the street for about 5 houses and then turned into the alleyway the led to the park. The park was my destination for the moment but it occured to me that i would most likely end up somewhere else by the time i had satisfied myself.
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This was great, can't wait to read a more complete version. 
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