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Walking alone

Perspective

By Angel PattonPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

I looked at the street, I have seen some lights. It was night and I was lost walking and thinking. My mind was absolutely absent. All the faces I saw were quite similar. I looked on an old face and I have tried to go back into the past and I remembered how it was. I kept walking alone without any direction; I was following the light. I have seen an old lady crossing the street, she was alone and asking for money. I went on and I found another old man with a piece of bread in his hand. He was sitting and eating it.

I was walking and remembering. I had many questions without answers. However, I have forgotten myself and I was lost in memories. I was walking into the darkness, I was lost. I have just followed others’ minds and I did not get anything. Shadows hurt me, I ran away but they were behind me. I entered into the crowd, many faces surrounded me; I was afraid and I kept running far away. Yet, I was forced to live in the crowd. I was waiting for something ; maybe for a good end.

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