Desperate night

Desperate to feel fulfilled

When the night closes in, so does the time to sleep. but this time, it was different, i didn’t sleep, i didn’t have any sleep in me. i felt something was missing, something needed to be done yet i could never know what is it. the unfulfillment i felt was unreal. desperate to do that thing which i don’t know, so badly, it seemed to be the only important thing in my life that i had to do. i came up with a solution that may or may not be dangerous, i needed to get outside and do something before i lose my mind. i brought with me some wood and equipment to light up some fire and sit around and wait until something, somehow to get that fulfillment feeling i so much desire. a very lonely and quite night. sitting and warming my self with the fire. it was beautiful. however it was not enough to get me the feeling im looking for. it only made me crave more, something more needed to happen or else it would be just a boring lifeless night with myself and my cravings. desiring so much in so little time is the mistake i made, a mistake i will forever learn from. i should have been patient and accepted that if i want great things to happen, i will have to wait a very long time for a truly fulfilling experience. as i was looking at the fire i just made, i felt a hand reach out to my shoulder, and tapping it. i turn around to see a bat flapping its wings on me and fly away. animals sure like to mess with us humans, now i was actually starting to feel excitement. as the bat went into the woods, i followed it there too just out of sheer curiosity. once the bat stopped i saw it eating something that looked like meat but it was too dark to see well. so i close in and check out what is so delicious for a bat to eat at night. it was something i couldn’t recognize, a bunch of meat stuff meshed together, perhaps it was a human or an animal, that i can’t know. i move back to the fire to bury it and go home. i saw enough to feel fulfilled for today anyway. even if it was something not to my likening. it was the desperate night. patience is the key, a key few know how to use. The unused key.

Author: Jesamo

I enjoy writing short stories, and I hope you will like them!.

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