Donutboy345

In my world, cars built after 1988 don't exist. Everyone knows how to play [at least] either the ukulele, violin, or guitar. No one uses profanity. Ever. There is no religion. There's also no [established] government, yet there is order and peace all around. My home is built on an island secluded from most everyone, everyone other than those I wish to live around me. I live in a home where the garage is larger than the actual living space. I have dogs, cats, horses, donkeys, geese, ducks, and many, many more animals. The only ginger is the one that I call my own. There is no education system. Everyone is born with all the knowledge that th

And just like that, a rose bloomed. Beside the pine tree along the backyard fence, it stands tall and proud, shooting color and light across the green, green grass. The birds are singing. The dog is fast asleep on a bed comforter that used to belong to me. Dew hangs at the bottom of the sliding glass door, separating the rose from me. Lucky for the rose, the back door is always unlocked.

It is dark here. I smell onions... maybe raw beef? No. Certainly no beef, any meat at all would be atrocious, by all means. I am trapped here. I gradually climb this ever-grinding mass underneath my flipflops, which feels oddly moist. I think about it... the entire structure above me is humid. Light. An opening! And it left me. Funny. It looked as if a wall in front of me had opened and snapped shut. I need to get out. Funny more... along the top and bottom... outlining the open wall I could swear teeth were outlined. As if to say I'm inside somebody's mouth.

A year has passed. It seemed a lifetime, and yet no time at all. The wind still blew. The rain still fell. The sun still shone. The people still were. Over the course of a year, so little has happened... sometimes it still feels like Thursday. The strings are still strummed. The food is still tasted. The people still are. Every day and every year will pass as if nothing... as if everything. One. Two.. Three... And just like that, so it goes on. And so do I.

They say perfection does not exist in this world. They also say that, being the teenager that I am, I am 96%-100% ignorant and stupid. Stupid? No, I believe myself to be very much the opposite, call me arrogant. Ignorant? Admittedly, yes, on certain topics... astronomy... the lives of others who don't require my attention... love... Oh, sure I'll admit to my ignorance on love. Who's to say any man or any woman is not ignorant about love? There are things I can tell you about love that I have found purely from family. There are things I can tell you of love that I have found from a girl. Respectively, actually, she's a fair and noble young wo