| Point of view |
[Dec. 28th, 2007|10:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | nostaļģisks | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Combination of the two by Big Brother & the Holding Comp | ] |
...she went along the sandy road. A car passed by and the little sand dust stung her eyes like little needdles. She felt small rocks in her sandals.
Facing torture...
She went near her house doors and searched for the key in her bag. After a long time she finds it and tries to unlock the door. After a long time she succeeds.
Facing obstacles...
She goes into her house and sees dead flowers.
Facing Death...
...she went along the sandy road. A car passed by and she saw the beautiful dust that twirled into the sky. It looked just like fairy-dust.
Facing beauty everywhere...
She went near her house, found her keys and goes in.
Facing new worlds...
As she walks in she puts down her bag and replaces the dead flowers with fresh ones.
Facing the beauty of birth... |
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