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So then tell one about rocks scaring me and paper clips taking over the world.

So this is a different writing style your probably not used to. It's meant to be a meditation symbolism story. Where you sit in silence with your eyes closed... listening to only the story. The story is supposed to be told with a beat. The beat at times can be faster than others, which is supposed to make your heart race... while your mind is lost in the story. So obviously your not hearing the story the way it's meant to be told because your not listening to it... but hopefully that explains to you why it's written so strangely. You should still be able to pick out all the symbolism and points to the story though.





Ok, Your walking on a beach and find a nice spot to sit down. You feel the sand between your toes and turn to your right; you scoop up a handful of sand and let it run through your fingers. Once all the sand is gone a rock is still lying in your hand. You look at it and it reminds you of all the mistakes you've ever made in life. Why you don't know; you look up out into the ocean. You throw the rock ...you blink and soon your in the ocean. You go under water. The water doesn't effect you at all. You stay under watching the fish swim around in the coral reef. You decide to swim forward. You blink again and the fish and plants are gone...

You look all round... up and down... but all you see is water. No air... no surface... no bottom... no fish or plants. You swim forward. You keep going and going looking for something... anything. Just as your about to give up, you see something. You swim faster and faster towards it. It’s a small circle. You reach out for it with your right hand. In your hand you grasp the rock you had thrown. You look down at the rock. You blink again and your back on the beach...

You sit there, with the sand in your toes, and the rock still in your right hand. You look around. Your still alone. You see a bird flying around. You wonder what it would be like to fly... have no boundaries. You could go anywhere. You throw the rock that reminds you of all the mistakes you've ever had in life. Except this time up, and not into the ocean. You wait for it to come down, but it doesn’t. You jump up wondering what happened to the rock. Then, you notice that your not on the ground. Your flying. You fly over the ocean and all around. You wonder on where to go. You decide that where ever your heart takes you, you know you’ll love it...

You land in a rain forest. Not sure where but on a rain forest tree’s branch. You look around. Every where you see animals. All of them in their natural habitat. You sit and watch them from the tree limb. As you sit there you start to think. These animals are so lucky. All they need to do is find food and shelter to sleep in. No worries or stress. They do what needs to be done, and don't dally on the meaningless things that won't make a difference later on. Soon you decide you want a closer look, but stay where you are... not being sure what these animals might do if you intrude on their peace. You decide you should be returning to the beach again. You fly back to the deserted beach...

You lie flat on your back. Sand back on your toes and the rock in your right hand. How the rock came back to you, you don’t know. After awhile of relaxing you decide to get up and look around. You leave the rock. You don’t know why you’ve even been holding on to it for so long. The beach is empty. All you see is sand and water. You start walking. Still you see nothing. You start to jog. Still nothing. Your slowing down now. You see no point in jogging or going anywhere. There is nothing... nothing at all. Just sand and water. Just as you stop you see your house.. you start to walk towards it. Soon you realize it’s not getting any closer. So you jog still you notice nothing different about the distance of your house. You run and run and run... your sprinting! Your running out of breath so you slow down. Your at a jog again and now a walk. Your out of breath. You stop but you feel faint and take a step backwards. As you took that step backwards your house got closer. You take another step backwards. It comes even closer. You keep walking backwards not taking your eyes off of your house...

So you reach it. You reach for the door to go inside, but as you pull the knob something doesn’t feel right, and your instinct was correct. You’re not where you’re supposed to be. You see a room with plain walls, and 3 doors... one to the right, one to the left, and one in front. You’ve got the feeling that one of these doors leads you to your room. The only place you want to be right now. You decide to open the door in front. Your under water again you can breath easily; there is no bottom and no air above... nothing anywhere... just water. You swim backwards and your back in the room with the 3 doors. You chose the right one. You see your room. Your so happy everything is as you left it. You lay down on your bed. You’re very tired. You rest your head on your pillow. And something hurts. Your reach under the pillow. It’s the rock. The rock that reminds you of all the mistakes you've ever made in life. You hold it in your right hand, and fall into a nice relaxing sleep.

Lost my patience around the birdy part...

*tear* Wow. That was such a beautiful story. emo

xd story of my life