This is only the beginning of a story because I'm not sure where I'm going with it yet; I just knew that I wanted to write.
If you read it, please review it, even if you hate it!
A new view. A new place. A new life. I remember being young, discovering as much as I could, exploring the places I knew and the places I didn’t. The ample distraction gained from a break in a play park, testing the assortment of heights, textures and movements. That’s how I feel now, that one feeling that never fails to exhilarate me. Some people get it from music, I guess some from sport and others from films and books. For me it’s this: Freedom.
I can’t put a label on it so I’ll tell you what it’s like, the feeling that is. It’s like flying. It’s like singing with so much enthusiasm that you can’t keep it contained in one room (so you have to throw the windows open like a Disney Film).
In relation to something you can see, If you’ve ever watched Slumdog Millionaire (and if you haven’t you need to) where the two brothers sprint through the streets with buildings and various other objects flicking past whilst the camera pans onwards with them from the side. The sense of speed you get, when nothing can outrun you. The ability to be a person you never thought you could be, but always wished you were, within that Utopia.
My point is that it’s an escape. That’s why even as I sit here, barely listening to Hal telling me to remember to stay safe and to follow the map plotted from the pack the previous tenant gave us, I’m listing every way possible to avoid doing so.
