Favorite spot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

What would you choose as your final resting place?

Driving on the worn down soil road, which has been deepen into the Earth as hundreds of gas guzzling cars drive above not thinking about the planet but their free lives.  As for me, I walk this little dirt road because getting to my favorite spot in this small hometown of mine has been forged by the footsteps of the real free people.

Every step gets mud on my shoe but it does not bother me because during this period of my time the Earth and I are one. Laying down the footsteps as people has before me, going to the one spot where I can’t hear anything but the rain hitting your skin as the dark clouds loom over the wide open sky. This is the place where every great person has been and where they will continue to go because of the tranquility of nothingness can take me where ever I want to go.

Smelling the open air, the life of the rain as it enters my nostrils and the life of the world as I see it in its eyes. Every step bringing me closer to enjoyment through the field as if it was like going through the Amazon forest, opening new life into my eyes looking around for something I have never spotted before. From the tiniest insect, to the rustling around you as a hawk just caught its next meal.  Always, something new comes by in by as I am awakening by the drips of rain slipping off my hair and gets me blind from the world today. But I smile and keep walking because it does not bother me; every drip of the rain feels like a whole new adventure, when I open up my arms, I feel the cool breeze as if I were flying into the sky not by force but by my own free will.

At last I get to the end of my path and lay down in the patch of dirt where thousands have laid before me, and I look into the dark clouds as thousands of free falling people come to visit around my cold body.  Then like thousands of others I feel right in the world, no shootings or people telling me what to do, but I feel nothing as the rain slips away, the dark clouds parting revealing the sun, and thoughts of thousands feed into my mind. I say my final goodbyes to the world then am dropped from the air and the last breath I will ever take gone forever.


Submitted: June 12, 2012

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nikkilover101

You never fail to amaze me!

Tue, June 12th, 2012 7:00pm

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