Joshua, the Uncaring

   Joshua is an uncaring man.
   Every day Joshua takes the same route to go to work and to come back home.
   Joshua never pays attention to the buildings, the cars, or the people he passes by everyday.
   Joshua never really minded the lack of greetings from the people who watch him as he passes by.
   Joshua never cared for the changes in the weather, and in every season wore the same kind of clothes.
   Joshua never cared for the other changes around him either, but that one route he took everyday changed plenty over the years,
   And he still took this same route every single day, without a care in the world. 

   One day Joshua stepped on an already dead bird.
   The bird squawked loudly, truly insulted, and flew away.
   Joshua did not care enough to scrap the guts off of his shoes, and left a trail of bloody footprints in his wake. 

   One day Joshua tripped over a sassy tree root.
   He fell over his right arm, that broke, and all the sycamores laughed shrilly.
   But he didn’t mind, neither the laughter nor the pain, and kept on walking, his right arm wobbling about. 

   One day Joshua looked back.
   A dark gray cloud roared and thundered in the sky up above, and not a single living soul was to be seen wandering the streets.
   A big bolt of lightning struck Joshua’s office, and when he got there the building was already burnt to a crisp. He waited at the gate for a notice, during his work hours and, when those were over, he turned back to go home. 

   Joshua was an uncaring man.
   Everyday Joshua took the same route to go to work and to come back home.
   He would close the front door from the outside as the first ray of sunlight touched the land,
   And close the front door from the inside when the moon was shining bright up in the sky.
   But today Joshua left the door opened, on his way to work.
   And at night, as he made the way back home, he felt deep inside his guts that he should care a little more.
   His guts told him that he should've cared a little more, and he heard it and responded in thought that  in the future he would care a little more.
   But little did Joshua know that empty promises result in empty shells. You don't play cards against destiny.
   And at the final chunk of the route he took everyday, his uncaring nature didn’t let him notice the eighteen crows sat each at eighteen different lampposts.
   At the final chunk of the route he took everyday, his uncaring nature did not let him notice the three virgins in the middle of the street, whose left hands all pointed down to the ground, and right hands held each the severed head of a white lamb with the snout pointing up to the sky.
   At the final chunk of the route he took everyday, his uncaring nature didn’t let him notice the multitude of animals that stood still like statues, forming a path towards eternal darkness, where visible was only the big, white moon.
   Joshua walked towards the moon, promising his guts that he would care a little more. But at the end of the journey, his uncaring nature didn’t let him notice the inevitability of his own demise. 

The end.