Here's some artsy fartsy crap I made.

The barn door opened. One hand on the door other on my double barrel. It was there in the corner. The thing looked at me. Two eyes, both dead. I shook as it gazed, unfaltering and innocent into my soul. It didn’t hate me. I walked up to it, it continued to stare, I ignored its eyes. It was so pointless, the thing, I was so scared, yet it was all pointless. I smiled if it could it would’ve smiled back. I had seen it before I had just forgotten, it was always there in the background, invisible lacking any purpose that’s why I never saw it. I laughed “so afraid of nothing” I thought. When I look at it life seems so dull and gray, but I can’t help but smile. “Ridiculous,” that’s what the person behind me thinks, they don’t understand. The person, they judge it like it’s something. “I don’t understand why is it dangerous?” I ask. The person scoffs “It is nothing that is why it is dangerous, evil kill it now.” “I can’t, it has nothing to do with me.” “It is nothing, it will haunt you forever” I shrug “I lived with it I just never noticed it, the thing, it was always there watching. Why must I hate what is?” the door closes behind me. The thing is peaceful, it sleeps.