Author's Note: Again this is one of the many pieces where I'm not quite sure where it came from. I am a mystery to myself.
The road splits in front of me, with one side a barren wasteland full of hostile people and animals and the other a beautiful small town nestled in the mountains. I know that I must make a decision, so I slowly walk to the wasteland for I know I can never find happiness in comfort, and so with my choice made I walk into the desert, my home, because Mother Nature designed a restlessness in me that cannot be stilled. My nature demands of me to fight to survive, I need the hunger in my belly and the thirst in my throat for me to truly exist.
that was cool, but you need to start writing some romantic or at least comedy, because your blog is kind of depressing, it has so many ironic stories. Good job though
ReplyDeleteYeah, I guess I do need some comedy.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was good, but you probably should try writing something that's not so depressing no offense. But good job!
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