Wandering Existence

It was a beautiful day the sky was cluttered with grey clouds that gave an empty threat of a rainfall, the sun had just set, and the breeze was even and chilly. There I was standing at the edge of the highest mountain. It was beautiful I felt a very strong sense of life, stronger than I have ever felt.

I was the highest point as far as I could see. I was on Top of the world. I looked down and there were endless valley covered in moss, empty patches of grey rock some trickles here and there. I spread my arm to embrace the air for one last time and then I moved them down ward. I opened the zip of my pants and Peed. And I peed, peed and kept on peeing. It was exhilarating. I was peeing on the world. “You see me! Yes you! Fuck you!” “I am free from this world, ungoverned, unbound and I Piss on you creatures tied down by your mundane fucked up life.” “I am Free, I make my Own Destiny”
“ha –ha-ha-ha-ha”

The elixir flowing down my drain was liberating my soul it was a steady stream of mildly warm fluid falling into the deep valley from great height. it slowly dissipated into countless little drops and finally turned into vapour and disappeared.  I was laughing. Laughing really hard as I had always wanted to do this- Piss on the world.

Then there was rumble, followed by another and then one more. I felt a drop on my face, then on my hand, then another one on my face slowly the number of drops and their frequency of falling increased. It was raining. The clouds weren’t giving an empty threat. They were watching me, observing me. God was watching me, like a father looking at his kids attempt to conquer his little life in amusement. And now He was pissing on me, showing me exactly where I stand. No matter how high I go and pee he will always be higher and pee from an even higher point. Wait no! He was not just peeing on me he too was peeing on the world. I included. How sadistic. But now I know how he must be feeling. I hope to accompany him some day, pissing on the world.