An: Haha. You know when I go back and read this I’m like ‘eh, I sound like an idiot’. Oh well. I’ll most likely do this ten years from now again. Anyways. Since I’m out of ideas for this, I thought I’d redo do it. You know put more cream on the cake. And I’m sure soon enough I’ll have this flowing again. And this way, you’ll all get to catch up on it, hopefully.

One day someone somewhere will look up at a starry sky and say ‘humans are hopeless.’ And then he’ll keep staring up at the little molecules he doesn’t even know is there and he’ll smile. He’ll smile. Because…he’s right.

Someone loves you. Someone has been by your side all your life, or what seems like all your life. And for years that person has watched you do selfless things, great things. Acts and actions that only a pure heart can vision. Then like any other human being, you take (with a hectic heartbeat) a wrong step. You side step instead of leaping, or vice versa. Either way. You end up being –

Wrong.

And like that with a quick jut of your fingers (and a snap) that someone will forget all the kind things you’ve ever done. That person will start hating you. And hate will soon turn to ‘despise’ and it will then turn to unsaid words. A human brain works that way, so tough luck. It’s always happened. It still happens. A round world sure rolls the wrong way.

It’s happened with the Pilgrims. The Indians. And it happened an ‘oh so’ long time ago with a race we’ve forgot the existence of. Demons. Yes, yes. Those things you’ve only heard about through tales. Demons. Those said to be ‘repulsive’ creatures. Ever looked in the mirror these days? Cause’ they look just like you.

Human mentality used to play the same role years ago just like now. Dull. Idiotic. Normal I guess. But those ‘oh so’ long years ago (that I keep repeating) humans were in deep trouble. Or in a more colorful vocabulary. They were in deep shit. (Doo-doo) Humans had one by one fallen like arrow-struck cupid; before they knew it there were only few living humans left. And then just like always, they got saved in their time of need, by the Demon race that just seemed to pop up on cue. A race that was kind enough to slap palm-in-palm together with the human race, which to them, was very much alien.

Soon enough demons helped the human numbers rise back to its original stance. So they lived (and happily I may say) for quite an acceptable amount of years. They lived. And they lived. Until one day some genius thought it’d be nice to ask ‘why’ these demons existed. Why did we need them? Why were they even at an equal level as us? They may look like us, but these things have supernatural powers, surely that can’t be good --- That man said. How ‘human’ can you get.

Not much more then that I suppose.

So years passed and demons were hunted down; lowered in population greatly. You rub my back and I rub yours I guess. Such nice affectionate creatures those human beings are. So now, that someone somewhere is standing in the middle of a forest, in a completely human controlled atmosphere. He’s okay with walking down a dirt path, whistling a tune softly to himself --- While almost no one knows he even exists. Cause’ the demon will get back. Most likely; it all depends on his heart.

Someone somewhere looks up once again – stopping his whistling for the time being – and he whispers to himself, “they’re so foolish.”