Equality

It was late, his phone was dying, as was his soul, with each breath he took, he could feel his heart ache "I need to quit" he said to himself as he lit up another grit. It wasn't so much the nicotine that addicted him, but the loneliness and boredom that the cigarette seemed to cure. The smoke of the tobacco was his closest friend, making shapes in the wind, putting on a show for him as he sat alone. The smell that it left on his clothing and limbs, that reminded him he was all by himself without a care in the world. The wind was strong that night, it created a large section of ripples, moving the rest of the water. Peter saw them as large tides, moving the much smaller life that resided in the chlorinated pool. The trees and bushes bustled, and brushed, touching all that was near them. Blended together, Peter could almost hear them talking to him. "No one thing is spared on this planet" "we are all doomed to fight and survive off the land, even the simplest of beings must earn their living" to Peter, to god, we are all equal, no matter is truly blessed enough, we are all here for a purpose, not just to eat, breathe, and live.