In my Evanston I live in a quiet place,
filled with energy like a strong lion excited for a meal after weeks of starvation, and yet it’s quiet. I wake up, and let the day start. Every day is a new life, I rejoice even though yesterday was a bad day. I see people walking outside even though it was cold as if living in the southern and northern poles. I try to go outside, but the cold and snow is like a barrier blocking me to paradise. I have dreamt to see and touch snow all my life, and yet now all I want is for the snow to be gone. I don't live in a house, I live in an apartment. I'm always happy with my life, playing with my techs and books. I feel sad when I miss my family, feeling depressed every moment I think about them. Though I stay strong through my tough times like a crusader in a desert storm. I enjoy most of my time in Evanston thinking everytime that, I'm in a city of enlightenment. Schools are near my apartment , only a couple of kilometers away. The wind is always blowing as if i was in the middle of a terrible storm. I always wanted a pet in Evanston, seeing that most of the people I see has one. Then I end the day and go to sleep, tired as a worker building the ancient pyramids. As I close my eyes I can't wait to go out to Evanston when another day begins. |
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June 2014
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