My heart’s racing. I hear my heartbeats thumping in my head. I’m running as far as I can looking in every direction, but all I see are pine trees. The clouds are roaring above and there’s no one to be found. Its just me and the silence drifting together… All alone. I’ve been running for miles and it has all been the same. It’s just the pine trees. I don’t hear anything. No scuttering critters in the fallen leaves, no buzzing from the bugs. Nothing. I just want to get out. I don’t want to be stuck here. I can just image the ocean and the sand, the different style buildings, and the park with all little critters. Especially that super annoying squirrel that I think is out to get me.
When trapped inside alone in the dark, the world keeps getting prettier and prettier.
¨They set sail; and Dantes once again found himself moving across that blue sea which he had seen so often in his dreams during his imprisonment.”-Alexandre Dumas | The Count of Monte Cristo
Being busy with school can keep us locked up, but with the new technology, we’re keeping ourselves in the cage even though we have the key. Its fun for a short amount of time, but in the long run, it’s not the same as having fun and getting your hands dirty.
When I get out of school, I get home and do my homework. I try to finish before the sun sets, but that’ll never happen… And if it does, the sky is already a few minutes before night time.
So every day, I stare out my window and see the potted plants outside. And sometimes I see this cat. I see him/her walk one way or the other. Maybe even more than once. It doesn’t have a collar & looks pretty filthy, so I’m guessing it’s a stray. And, of course my first instinct is to go and give it food. :3 I haven’t done it yet, but I will. But, my parents probably won’t let me because I’m “allergic” to cats. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to be its friend. Of course, I tell my sister and she says we should name it Harold. I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl so Harold will be its temporary name. 🙂
Since the first day of this school year, or should I say the first day when homework turned into stress… Not the stress of where our fort was gonna be, this has been the closest thing I had to a dream. I have been stuck in my room staring at a piece of paper and a glowing box thing and now I have something to look forward to. The cat that walks by my window.