I watched my feet trace predetermined steps in the grass.
I did not like those steps.
And I did not like even more the world those steps belonged to.
When I looked up from my feet, I’m sure now looking back that I witnessed infinity.
Blue skies that yawned and stretched beyond my eyes. Infinity.
The fields my feet were planted in that repeated out into nothing. Infinity.
The flowers that were endlessly dotted around those fields like petite pixies. Infinity.
Infinity. Infinity. Infinity.
It was because it was infinite that I didn’t like it.
Before I allowed myself to be swallowed up with detestation, I turned back to find the one thing I was sure was finite.
As my eyes searched, I first saw a geriatric broad tree.
Despite its obvious old-age, its withered branches still reached up to attempt to touch the infinite sky. Even though I could see the end of its branches I knew that like the world around it, it was also infinite.
I can say now that in a way it was impressive, but it was not spared from my hatred,
and it was not what I was looking for.
So I shifted my eyes away, and I locked onto the girl that was waiting for me beneath it.
I went further in the steps in the grass.
She stood there, and although unmoving like a perfect picture, her eagerness for me to approach was palpable.
There was always a sense of melancholy surrounding her, but it never stopped her from asking
“How was your day?”
.
“It was fine. I suppose.”
Her eyes were wide. I could tell she was scrutinising me, as always, though this action didn’t come from a place of malice.
I don’t think she was capable of holding any form of ill-will towards people.
“You know I’m only thinking about coming here the whole day anyway.”
At that she smiled subtly.
“Why is that?”
She turned away from me and to the infinite world I hated so much.
“Do you like this world that much?”
I laughed, I laughed hard.
And closed my eyes.
“Are you for real?”
.
“I hate this place.”
When I, the fool, opened my eyes, she was gone.
The infinite skies and infinite fields and infinite flowers had turned into infinite darkness that was only lit up by the dim green glow of 0s and 1s that rapidly flashed by me.
I stood still and looked around me.
I was silent.
And then I laughed again.
At my own words.
“Are you real?”
.
She really wasn’t.