It dazzles and gleam, all day showing off its beauty. Dare look at it, it blinds you. A huge Sphere smocking all day long. Always moving and shining somewhere on earth. It reaches out.
“Look at me.” it says. Yet no reply.
Taken for nothing.
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The sun
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010Snow
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010I trudged through the thickening snow, passing battereed gates and dark alleyways. The snow was pulling me in, swallowing me up, and absorbing me. The ice and snow crunched beneath my feet. I skidded into the gutter. By now I was drenched to the bone.
Freezing cold, I plodded on.It’s scary walking through the streets of London alone at night.
I had a feeling someone was watching me, phantom listeners haunting my path. I felt like the shadows were hanging on my every move. I was getting faster without knowing it. I just wanted to be home and in the warm.
Suddenly, without knowing, I realised I had taken the wrong turning somewhere as I was lost.
Comepletely clueless of where I was I kept walking trying to find something I knew, but it wasn’t long before I realised I was lost.
NO.
You won’t understand how I felt, I had never been in that situation before. I was homeless for that night. I had to wait until sunlight to carry on and try and find home.
Beach
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010The steaming ball of fire fled across Sunset Cove blowing my hair into the gentle, cooling breeze.
I tipped backwards into the soft warm sand.
I made an angel while seagulls formed an arrow in the deep blue sky above me, as if beckoning me to follow them.
I sprang into life and ran across the beach. I didn’t know why but I felt like I was meant to be there.
They led me to a cave – I hesitated – My mum and dad would be wondering where I am by now. I went in anyway.
I sprinted right into the depth of the cave but I stopped all of sudden – my heart missed a beat – there was a man there, alone.