My World In A Day.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a small story i wrote that i can somehow relate too. This isnt a story and it isnt a poem, so the best i thought to call i was a short story. :)

Submitted: July 07, 2011

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Forever blind, use your eyes, I stop my alarm clock. With my heavy head and heavy feet, I drag myself to the hidden window. The curtains clatter, the dust flies, the bugs jump, when I find the hidden window. Through the window, I see the sky and the grass and all sorts of nonsense. The suns hanging by a hook, the clouds painted into blue. The trees gossip, as old as ladies, as new as babies. Bright birds soar and flies fly, swooping and looping like a kite. I sigh a weary sigh, and walk to my clothes. With one hand I change my skin, with my other hand I brush my hair. Two at once, once at two, I do things all at once, thats how things are in my world. I walk myself to the school, at a desk I sit. As the trees dance to the suns song, I draw my hand across the page. At lunch I eat, by myself, thinking about nothing in particular. The day drags it heavy time, until the bell rings, signalling the end. On the bus, I ride home. The sun is dying, only to be born again, in a world full of death. A tame wolf howls, a wildcat screeches, in the garden jungle. My world is bright and beautiful, like the song. My life's a song, like the poem. My life's a poem like a drawing. Never ending, forever beautiful. You can keep your technology, all I need is imagination. 


That's my world.


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