Beat. You look across the landscape and you can't help but wonder where it all came from; how it all began. You never would guess the answer could be right under your nose. Beat. It's just too hard for you to realize. Just too much to grasp. Beat. And while you're standing there, gazing across that wide open landscape filled with rivers, plains, forests, hills and mountains...time is passing. Beat. But not just any time, not just the abstract idea of time as we know it. But real time. Time that we don't know even exists. The time that actually matters. All this...all this, this place, world, thing. This doesn't matter, and yet it does. A paradox. A contradiction. Beat. All these thoughts leading to no where and somewhere. And still you're gazing. Beat. You can't quite grasp the concept. Beat. But you know it's there. Beat. Right under your nose. Beat. You keep trying. Beat. Nothing works. Beat. Everything. Beat. In. Beat. A. Beat. Heart. Beat.
And then you breathe. You close your eyes only to open them. And you still see that landscape. In a matter of heart beats.
This is just something I wrote on the spur of the moment and has no real context to a story or anything. However I wouldn't mind some of your thoughts, feelings and comments based around what I have written and how I have written it.
You know just because this isn't a story doesn't mean it won't be. However, I would really appreciate if you people gave me something to work with. Yeah it's short but advice and opinions can help a writer develop things like this.
