I remember how one day,
I stood at the top of the hill, near my house.
It was a cold day, despite the sun as it only shone in
Vain.
I felt the nip at my cheeks as I looked down
On the town below me.
I saw things moving,
Movement everywhere with everyone going about
Their Thursday afternoon lives.
I saw the trees behind the houses, on another
Sloping hill, rise in the distance,
Bending over slightly,
And huddled against the cold, still waiting
For new leaves.
Their branches were like fingers, pointing
In every direction.
I then looked upwards and saw the great clouds
Sailing above me.
The sheer size of them was incredible.
With my gaze still fixed on the sky,
I stumbled to halfway down the hill where I
Lay on my back and tucked my
Hands behind my head and just watched this different world
Above me float past.
My mind was empty and full at the same time,
Cleansed by the almost-spring-air.
No one came looking for me and no one found me.
Sometimes I want to be alone
Because sometimes when I'm alone,
I feel everything.
(found lying on the pavement down Woodland Road)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
