Just a bunch of little things I've wrote

LIFE

Inspired by: life is a b.... By bibi

I don't know when I became aware but I am now. I think today is March 5th 2013. That's what I heard earlier. But glancing down at my hands I don't appear to be myself anymore. I'm not even me anymore.

My body doesn't land anywhere. But my feet are on the ground. I'm just...there? Or here? I don't know.

I'm really confused.

I look around and everything seems older. Its a familiar room. But it looks abandoned. I look out the windows, shattered and withered, to see the crisp winter air blows the curtains briefly.

The last I remember it was a warm match morning, and mama was driving me to school. Now it's dark and cold, and a weird chill goes down my back, but I don't feel anything.

Outside the sun is almost set, and I hear the faint laughs and giggles of kids. Kids my age. My age? The thought leaves my mind like the sound waves of the giggles. So I find my way towards them.

I look through the streets of the surrounding area and find myself in front of 2 young boys and 1 young woman.

They hustle and trip through the snow making a big round of snow. The kids giggle and laugh as they shove a tiny carrot into the center, as the young woman snacks on some more carrots to the side.

I lean down to feel the snow but I don't feel anything. In fact, I'm not even touching it.

An old lady comes outside and tells everyone to come inside. She's familiar and looks to be a million years old. But she's not the oldest person I've seen. She doesn't have that many wrinkles yet.

I watch as they all go inside, wiping theirs shoes not to drag dirt in the house, and the door shuts with squeaky noises coming from the hinges. The children giggle as they point at a big glimmering tree, right inside the window.

It's Christmas. But just right now it was March. It doesn't even feel like March was yesterday, it feels like it was right now. I feel confused, and like I'm gonna cry. But I don't feel anything at all.

I look around and the sun isn't shining anymore. Mama told me not to go in strangers' houses, so I'll take a walk. Maybe I'll come back later.

I roam around this town for a bit. I know my way around, but I'm not quite sure how. There's still quite a bit of cars around, and there's people roaming the streets.

I watch as a woman carries her bags down the street. I watch as she almost doesn't put her foot down to step before she continues. I look in front of her to see that at the end of the street there's a man.

I get closer to the man and read the sign he's holding. He's a poor man, asking for prayers and spare change. I watch as the woman comes closer, avoiding eye contact with the man. The man stares at her, specifically at her chest, before telling her she's a pretty lady and pretty ladies like her should give a poor man a dollar.

In school I was always told that pretty people do pretty things. So it was a shame when the lady told him to fuck off and crossed the street. I thought she looked really pretty in her blue sweater.

Not long after though, the man got a few dollars, and started walking off. I'm not sure where I want to go, so I just decide to follow the man. He smiles as he counts his money, walking along the streets. I watch as he makes his way to a restaurant, probably to get himself a nice meal. But he goes next door into the small convenience store.

He asks the cashier for a pack of cigarettes and slides in a lot of money. With that much money I would've used it to buy myself months worth of candy!
Even though I know that isn't healthy, shouldn't that old man knows smoking isn't healthy? And if he's so poor shouldn't he be spending it on other things?

This man is weird, so I decided to leave him and find somewhere else to go.

I wandered the streets a bit before thinking about that one house I was at earlier. I have no where else to spend the night, so why not go there?

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750 words
February 12th, 2024.