This year

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Something I'll remember for the rest of my life

Submitted: July 12, 2015

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Submitted: July 12, 2015

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This year has truly been a year I'll remember for the rest of my life. Many things happened that changed who I am, and how I see others. I am thankful for all the people I got to meet and for those who stood out in my life. I learned many things this year, and I'm not talking about how to write essays, about ecosystems, or even how to play pool or ping pong. Thing that just cannot be thought, and are learned from experience. Many of those were things not even I knew could exist within me. This year was the first time. First time my senses experienced things never sensed before. Hearing, hearing special words that no one has ever told me. Smelling places my nose had never smelled, scents that at any given time, could remember me of how things used to be. Seeing, how people around me changed and acted indifferent due to my decisions and company. Tasted flavors my lips never thought would have the chance to taste. Things that cannot be described by mere words, but as feelings. And touch, to feel. From rough, to smooth. Parts of the body that are not limited to myself but to others. Not limited to my exterior but to my interior, what's s really inside me. Here in the left side of my chest. Feelings I thought I'll never have. What really matters. Lived, and Did many things I never thought of doing, From meeting up, in secret hallways, to wrestling in tight spaces. From hiding from janitors, to learning to tickle. From walking in solitude, to having someone by my side everywhere I went and matched, more than occasionally. And finally, from having secrets. secrets that I thought i was the only one to know, but at the same time, everybody in the building was aware of and saw in the way I looked at h And even though many warned me of thing to come, I payed no attention and continued to go deeper. Deeper in a hole that, as I speak of right now, it seems I'll never get out. And just like going into a garden, filled with beautiful things inside. But surrounded by huge gates, with one entrance, one lock, and one key. A key I had for many months, but soon was lost and found by its rightful owner. Metaphors and similes few can understand, was all I ever learned. And for that, I am thankful. And in addition, This year has truly been a year I'll remember for the rest of my life.


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