The End Essay Research Paper The cool

The End Essay, Research Paper The cool October wind brushed the autumn leaves, making a sharp sound in his ear. It was a simple wind that blew one second and left the next. It was a beautiful sight, Michael thought to himself . It was such a great feeling to see his house getting closer as he crossed the road. Michael was getting excited at the prospect of placing his key in his front door and the comforting crunch of the key turning in the lock as the heavy door opened. So comfortable with the notion he had just created for himself Michael allowed his neck muscles to completely relax and his head slumped towards the ground. His eyes closed tightly, unwilling to see his head crash into the street, praying that the pain would not last long, if at all. His eyes were jerked open

by the fact that his chin had just slammed into the ground and he laughed quietly to himself, realizing that he would not be allowed to die that easily. He would have to make more of an effort than just allowing his neck muscles to relax. Michael focused on the street and actually began to admire it. Taking in the splendor of the footpath, it?s the simple things in life that you notice. “Funny,” he thought to himself. “People drive up and down this street every day and do not even understand what they are driving on.” Michael did not quite understand what the meaning of the colour was, he glanced back at the grey street again. This time it looked like there were more speckled fragments of black than white.The blackness of the street was of varying degrees, but it was

still black. The blackness had come from various sources such as oil stains and small rocks, but its presence, as well as the lack of other colours began to confuse Michael. He shook his head and raised his fluttering hands to his forehead, in order to banish these insane confusing thoughts from his mind, but sadly his efforts failed. Michael faced the fact that he would have to again focus his attention to the grey. With a heavy sigh he began to take the grey back into his mind, and his soul. Michael became frantic as he began to search wildly for a source of colour, some source of life, but his desperate search came up negative. Tears formed in his green eyes and steadily made their descent down his pale cheeks, leaving a salty trail of misery. As gravity took over the tears

fell from his face to the ground, making a silent ‘plop’ on the street. Michael felt disturbed as he saw the dark tarmac swallow up his tear, leaving only a small round black mark as a sign of its existence. Unable to watch the sight anymore he turned his head to the right, in hope of some light relief. For a brief moment Michael’s small hopes lifted, triumphantly painted on the black tarmac where two, seemingly unending, strong yellow lines. This sign of light on the bleak scene made Michael smile and reach out to touch the lines. He reached out, hoping that the lines were not manifestations of his imagination. Realizing that the lines were real objects that could be touched made Michael’s heart jumped. He ran his fingers across them, ignoring the rough feel of the road

underneath; such imperfections meant nothing to him at that moment. It was at that moment when Michael saw the one thing that robbed of his smile, the one thing that made all his high hopes come crashing down, it was nothing gigantic, yet it was earth shuddering, it was a speck of grey amongst the bright yellow lines. Michael blinked his eyes, wishing that it was his over worked mind playing horrible tricks on him. It was not. Once he opened his eyes from the quick blink more and more specks of grey started to appear. Grey fragments rained down on the yellow lines in their masses. Unable to focus on the gray any longer, Michael raised his head, forcing the muscles he had relaxed only minutes ago, to work again. He let his eyes follow the horribly imperfect yellow lines to their