I was walking on the outskirts of Yekaterinburg in the winter. ... Walking along a river that led into the city. ... But as it is with all things-- the passage of time, the changing of maturity, the differences of desire things begin to change. ... It was winter once again and I was walking around the city--not lost but rather on the arm of a new lover. ...
Walking past I can see empty aluminum cans of various beverages, old crumpled up papers, and various other belongings which once had belonged to the parks pervious visitors. ... The dog spots me underneath the tree and begins to drag the girl my way. ... She begins to smell my hands with her cold wet nose. ... I stand up, brushing the dirt off myself, and I begin the walk home. ...
Then there's where all the fun begins."" ... When I got there I saw a lot of people eating at the taco stands, walking around the plaza, and sitting on the benches listening to the banda play their music. ... So I went to the store to buy a soda, and as I was walking back I saw the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. ... I was waiting with my cousin's in front of the church when I saw Imelda walking with her sister's. ...
I remember one time, as I was walking between buildings to get to my class, two of my classmates, Jerry Crustner and Cody Duffy, cornered me. ... I begin to develop a perception that people wanted to do me harm. ... At that moment, a flood of trust issues begin to resurface. ... This feeling of anger begin to arise in me because someone had done me wrong once again, but this time it wasn't just me, it was my fiancé as well. ... Then reality begin to settle in. ...
Children seem to have a genuine angelic outlook on life. They see the world as a big place filled with little forms of life. However as they grow older, they begin to forget what life is all about. Growing up was a hard thing for me. Everything seemed out of place and now doing what was right did no...
I try to lean to my side, to press my hand against the wall, but I guess my theory on walking straight ahead has not worked so well, for the blackness I am in has let me loose and let me be taken hostage by an endless blackness that is far more powerful and cold. ... They lead me to begin to recall my mother's death. ...
