Personal Narrative: A Town That Changed My Life
This town I found myself in right now was unique. For some reason, it felt different from all the rest. Sure, it was breathtaking, but that was not what was bringing on this feeling. I tried to observe my surroundings carefully for this loose thread.
The red cobblestone was lowly lit in the warm glow of the Christmas lights that hung everywhere. Explosions of red and green and blue and yellow filtered everything in sight like 3D glasses. Tinsel and garland wound around the support columns of buildings like large snakes. Velvet stockings were hung in every shop window, and Christmas merchandise were carefully placed onto large pieces of cloud-like cotton. The scent of melted chocolate drifted through the air, inviting me to step away from …show more content…
Before it permanently strayed me off course. Thinking of even a tiny sliver of my life always brought about a whirlwind of hurt with it.
Lately, that is all my life has amounted up to.
It was pathetic, really. I was a walking atomic bomb of emotion. One day, I would explode, and contaminate miles upon miles of land with my tears.
Worst of all, any methods of disarming I used only brought it closer to detonation.
That is one of the major reasons for why I never stayed anywhere for very long. I felt unwanted everywhere I went. Out of place, and sticking out like a sore thumb. Almost as if all those places were too full for one more person.
You could say I was a free spirit, but what's freedom if you're bound by the chains of your own past?
Seventeen-years-old and no place to go. Even my mind had evicted me long ago.
The wind blew through the area, bringing with it a cold front. The wind chilled my bones, and I tightened my coat around me.
Better get inside somewhere, I thought.
I walked into the nearest shop, not even bothering to look up at the
The red cobblestone was lowly lit in the warm glow of the Christmas lights that hung everywhere. Explosions of red and green and blue and yellow filtered everything in sight like 3D glasses. Tinsel and garland wound around the support columns of buildings like large snakes. Velvet stockings were hung in every shop window, and Christmas merchandise were carefully placed onto large pieces of cloud-like cotton. The scent of melted chocolate drifted through the air, inviting me to step away from …show more content…
Before it permanently strayed me off course. Thinking of even a tiny sliver of my life always brought about a whirlwind of hurt with it.
Lately, that is all my life has amounted up to.
It was pathetic, really. I was a walking atomic bomb of emotion. One day, I would explode, and contaminate miles upon miles of land with my tears.
Worst of all, any methods of disarming I used only brought it closer to detonation.
That is one of the major reasons for why I never stayed anywhere for very long. I felt unwanted everywhere I went. Out of place, and sticking out like a sore thumb. Almost as if all those places were too full for one more person.
You could say I was a free spirit, but what's freedom if you're bound by the chains of your own past?
Seventeen-years-old and no place to go. Even my mind had evicted me long ago.
The wind blew through the area, bringing with it a cold front. The wind chilled my bones, and I tightened my coat around me.
Better get inside somewhere, I thought.
I walked into the nearest shop, not even bothering to look up at the