• We watched anime 5 am. After Naruto there was One Piece, Akame ga kill, Death Note, Bleach, Fooly Cooly, Duarara, and Full Metal Alchemist; Sparks knocked out at the end of Death Note, and Mars slept on the floor after Duarara; but i didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. I switched the Tv and lights off after Full Metal Alchemist because I didn’t feel like watching a Fan Service anime like Kill la Kill. I laid a blanket on Sparks and Mars leaving them where they were. I then flicked Sky in the nose to wake him, he had fallen asleep next to Mars again, together we went out the back sliding door.
    “Messy…” I said as we walked along the edge of the house. “What is messy?” Sky asked still happily in golden retriever form. “These First few pages, of this new story in our lives. It’s been… Messy.” I said taking one of the medicinal smoke rolls from a small box in my pocket. I lit it and took a long drag from it, held the smoke in and exhaled it threw my nose. “Well you are a teenager, aren’t your lives suppose to be a bit messy and hard to understand?” Sky asked as we broke away from the house. I glanced down at him. “Well?” He asked expecting an answer. I took a long drag and blew a smoke ring. “Where is the lie?” I said smiling bitterly. He laughed/huffed. “I think things should be getting on track soon.” I said. “Ha, life has no track. That saying ‘You chose your own path.’ its a bunch of garbage.” Sky said. I stopped walking and looked at him a little ruffled. “Woah, huh?” was all i managed to say. “Those shows you three where watching. Most of them have characters who are ‘choosing their own paths’ right?” Sky asked, I nodded. “If they have a path, that means someone has done it before they had someone just like them correct. Someone had to make the path. A path isn't always just there. True or untrue?” He said as we climbed over rocks. “True?” I said unsure. “It is true. But in life you don’t chose your path. Because there was not another like you before you.” I gave him a questioning look. “Think of it this way. A path in a forest is made by people who had one goal: to get to the other side of the forest. All the people shared the same goal, all the people thought of nothing else but to get there. And over a few years the path was made. Now any one can follow it. Saying that one can chose his or her own path, is implying that there was already a path to begin with. That someone had already gone threw it once, and now someone else can follow. In life that is not true. It is not true because not everyone has the same goal. So there is no path to your goal. You begin at a thick thick forest and all you have is your own self. You must carve your path, cut the bush and trees down and tear your way through. That is life. You do not have a path, and once you get through to the other side of the forest you will know the way back and only you, because no one else can follow the path you carved your self, Jupiter.” We had stopped over the small hill over looking the ocean, something we do often. I looked at him, not really understanding his purpose for this in depth thinking. “Okaaayy?” I said crushing the roll. Sky sighed. “Jupiter I tell you things like this so you’d understand.” Sky said staring into the ocean. “Understand what? I know I’m the first to do what I'm doing.” I said scoffing. “You can not rely on the old man forever Jupiter. Nor can you expect the others to follow the path you are carving. Beyond is a new type of story, one you write. One where anything can happen, and knowing your luck and thinking it most likely will. You will tell what you like, how you like and it doesn’t matter.