POM

"Finally......" He let out with a long, relaxing sigh. He finally had some time to sit and think. Think so much that in reality... He was thinking of nothing. He stood up from his zebra, and looked at his shoes. He didn't feel his feet. "Bad moon rising!" he jumped and looked around. "Who's here?!" Peter yelled! He ran to his door, swung it open with cool ease, stood outside and gazed up at the stars.. The moon was full... "The depths of reality are non existent" he shook his head, looked down to the horizon. "To every up, there is down, to every good there is bad.." He looked both ways, hoping to see life. "The inbetween realm, of here, of now, of then, and there. This is the present moment" Peter felt ashamed.. What was he expecting..just being vain, questioning the dark. "Forgive me for what I am! A leech. Sucking your life out! Forgive me!" He fell to his knees, the ground was moist, soft. He put his face in his hands... total darkness..