Swept up in a spring breeze, his mind filled with memories of life and the lives he dreamed up so many times. With a mind always so eager for escape, he knew he had begun to lose his grasp on what exactly was real and what was just his imagination misleading him. Still he followed whatever it was he saw. To decide to live chasing a dream or living in a dream was too difficult, so he let his mind decide.
But in a world that saw him as strange, he found little comfort in society's norms. Still determined to be happy, he lived and moved through judgement, difficulties, and often embarrassment. Every night as he laid down to sleep, he would whisper a prayer so soft in hopes some god somewhere would hear him. He prayed that he would find the happiness he so helplessly chased, that something would grant his life purpose, or that he could find something to love. Each day he would wake determined that his prayer had been heard and he would seize any opportunity that presented itself to him to fulfill his prayers, but still he held some pain and reserve of fear in his heart that he would be saying his prayer again that night.
One night as he prepared to sleep, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands for prayer, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words he had sketched into his own heart after so many nights. Instead, he simply crawled in bed, rolled to face the wall, and closed his eyes as he sobbed into slumber. As he slept, his heart spoke to his mind. As they spoke, the heart and mind decided they could no longer live in terminal isolation from the world. Convinced to play god and grant his prayer, his mind would see him happy regardless of the price. Would it not be better to be blind but happy for a day than aware and miserable for life?
As he awoke the next morning, he felt different. The sun was especially warming on his face as he as viewed out his window this morning, the clouds were a beautiful hue of blue, and even the streets below looked more inviting than ever before. He moved through his dumpy studio apartment with the brightest smile ever seen as he prepared himself for the day. The bland cereal tasted as if it was hand prepared by gods themselves. The water on his back in the shower was especially cleansing and left him feeling pure. He did a skip as he walked out in to the street, still amazed at the glow of the sun and the cool kiss of the wind upon his cheek.
As he walked up the street, people shouted his name and hello to him as they waved with huge smiles on their faces. He would smile in return and wave back with a joy filled greeting and response. He could feel it. He could feel the love in the world he was always so sure would return to him. He could feel his value as people recognized him even though they didn't know him-
-But nobody knew him, nobody in this town had ever spoke his name besides his boss...
A sudden honk from the street snapped his attention and the driver waved with a smile. He began his walk up the street happy again, determined not to question his new found happiness.
He continued his walk up the street as the rest of the world watched this half dressed man walk down the street waving and shouting names in to empty shop windows and crowds that just stared and blinked back at him determined not to question his sanity or theirs.
