Post by Cassandra Black on Nov 18, 2011 14:41:01 GMT -5
Sundays. Her favourite day of the week. Why? Because she could kill some time somewhere in town. She had decided this Sunday, as a peaceful day had bestowed upon her, she was going to visit the local park. She'd walked there, ignoring the distance. Walking was her life. She walked almost all the time, and was pretty used to it. She didn't care if she was asked to walk seven miles, she could do it and ignore the stinging blisters on her feet. They'd all worn away from her not walking much and being cooped indoors cleaning and sweeping. She was exercising her arms, and not her legs.
She looked at the grass, her eyes wide. The sleek and shiny green grass, sticking up and twinkling brightly in the sunlight. Though it was now sunset, and the bright red sun was nearing the ground, as if it would fall onto flat land, and squash any nearby person. The Sun, millions of miles away, yet it looked so close, as if it was about to throw itself into Cassandra's hands, and Cassie knew if she held the Sun, even if flames shot up her arms, she'd want to feel its comforting warmth for ages. Plus, if she earned money for being the first one to hold the Sun in her hands, she'd be able to run away, buy a house, and live in total harmony.
Oh, as if life could be as simple as that.
We are young, we have heart, Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong, we don’t belong Born in this world as it all falls apart.