Thoughts

Winter

Winter in the town where dreams learn to die. The fumes. Day or night, wherever you are. It is when it is winter when they are most noticeable. The thick smog, the thick fog. The tires sun, the boring fun. The invisible snow, the tired show. The dreary weather, the solemn area. The constant rain, the constant pain.

The town in which thousands live. A first home; a family never forgotten; spines of books which speak volumes and its ever changing inhabitants - the characters moulding their own story.

Millions of memories, single handedly drunk away in a place few men and women dare to spread their wings. Memories of beings that no longer exist as the castle of princesses, pirates and fairies is no more. The glorious structure now no more than a few slabs of bricks falling apart at the seams.

Memories that died along with the people who made them. The slabs that speak volumes, that reveal so much, as yet another one bites the dust. The knowing nods, the chocked out sobs, the flowers rotting away, all in the town where dreams learn to die, a town filled with pain.

Memories important to the infants running around at the speed of light. Memories remembered by the teenagers who scream "FIGHT!" Memories their parents smile at, albeit it's light.

Memories of summers spent, camping in a muddy tent. In parks like second back gardens, a sweet scent of flowers contaminating the scent of petrol fumes, dust and pollution. The picnics filled with joy and glee, the family running away squealing "Bees!" Oh how those in winter wish for those days again

Winter in the town where dreams learn to die. Memories in a town that learn to fly. People who wish to fly away instead of wishing to stay.

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This is a piece of creative writing I had to write in English class a couple months back, what do you think?