parkey
Sometimes I feel like things are painted in a way that they aren't like in reality.
I'm fairly sure that they're usually painted by an artist with a passion for adding rose tinting to everything he sees.
He packed everything he would need in his backpack - after all, it's not like he'd be coming back anytime soon.. It's in moments like this you realise the disposable nature of life, when your whole life can fit in a bag, it dawns on you that you're not the things your own - a bittersweet moment of realisation that material possessions do not make the man.
The colour of the night sky reflected the darkness of the news that she had just received, as she felt the all the strength she had in her legs disparate and sank to the ground of the phone booth, as your every-day Londoner walked past, without glancing even a second look. The colour drained from her face as she realised that in a city filled with people, she was completely alone.
shading her eyes from the blinding light, she withdrew from the dark, dank dwelling place that she'd come to know so well over the past few months. The lightness was unnatural to her and made her feel uncomfortable, yet she soldiered on,