nelley
We grow up; you cannot stop that. Similarly, things change, that is inevitable. No matter how happy you are, it can never last. And if you suffer, eventually you will find your storybook ending.... but that will also fade away.
I was stuck. Trapped. In a box, and my life was square as square can be. I longed for adventure, and yet i was too afraid to break out of my cage. I was afraid to ever leave, though leaving was all i dreamed of.
i drew his face, lingering over the eyes. My hands flicked across the page and a scene took form.
I spent my whole life dreaming of what could be. I wasted years on what i thought might happen, and it was all for nothing. I wasted my life on nothing.
I started to climb, by hands aching and raw, my legs weak from the journey. And then, when my thoughts turned to how things could get no worse, the palms of my hands turned slippery with sweat.
The woven basket on my head slipped, scratching my neck and tugging on my tunic. But, as my reflexes were accustomed to these type of things, i caught it before the whole product fell to the ground.