  He wandered down the road, aimlessly. His thoughts disoriented. One foot sluggishly forced it's way in front of the other foot. His arms hung loosely on either side of him. His gaze was fixed straight ahead. Everything felt heavy and it seemed like an effort to just move forward.
But move forward he did. I need to write more. I haven't posted a blog entry for like over a week. I've been writing this story for a while, so I decided to mix it in with a blog entry. So if the entry isn't interesting enough, at least the story could provide a sense of entertainment. "What time is it?
" He thought to himself. He guessed it was late due to the lack of sunlight. Darkness sneaked all around him. He felt it was trying to trick him, trip him, fuck him up good. A lightpost was in view. He trudged forward.
His hands reached up to grasp the cool metal. For the first time, he felt the pain. It shot up his arms and shocked his senses. He leaned into the post, embracing the cold. Then he noticed how there was blood stained on his fingers. Whenever I write a story, I usually like to keep a sense of mystery to it.
I never go into complete detail and even might end it abruptly. He stared at his crimson red fingers. They told a story that even he didn't know. Or wanna know. Or did he want to know? Why doesn't he know already?
The street was dark all around him. No details could be made out, just himself under the lamppost. He looked down at his suit, in a state of disarray. Half tucked, half untucked. A few buttons were undone. The blood only seemed to be on his hands, and nowhere else.
I always liked writing stories where someone has absolutely no control over his current situation. It's like a powerless trip. Trying to regain that which was lost, but having no means to do just that. It's easy to write those stories because you can relate to the character easier since both of you don't know what' going on, unless you already have a story in mind. He slumped down at the base of the lit pole. This is when the pain in his stiff legs shot into him.
Everything hurt. His arms, legs, and his mind; which was a blur. And nothing bubbled to the surface. It just swirled in the abyss of his head. For a while, he couldn't even recall who he was. And even when he did, it disappeared just as quickly.
Well, that's my story, I'll just let this write itself out now. Hoped you enjoyed it. As he sat there in the illuminated corner of the dark surroundings, everything seemed to feel comforting. The whole world was so distant. The silence that occupied his mind made everything more relaxing. The pain in his legs and arms didn't linger if he just sat still.
He rolled his eyes to find something, but what he never knew. "I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes. It'll just take a moment to make the pain go away. I'll figure things out when I'm more coherent. But right now, I'm just gonna close my eyes. " He sat there, is silence.
He almost could make out the sound of someone calling his name. Or was it his name? He didn't care, it just felt so good to sit there. Everything melted away from him. The burden of his body seemed to fall behind him. His mind just echoed his last thoughts... "I'm just gonna close my eyes... gonna close my eyes... my eyes..." 
