Dear Diary,
Sam and I found an empty walkway surrounded by sky-scraping trees somewhere around the factory land, it's our secret escape now. We managed to secretly take our favorite poems to the factory today in order to steer clear from everyone's glares. She ran a very long discussion about poetry and it turned out that all the poetry I know is just a drop in the ocean compared to what she knows. It made me regret suggesting that discussion thing. She also talked about how living in the East was like, she seemed to be a happy person. I read her favourite poem, it's incredible. I am almost sure if I had read it on my own I wouldn't have liked it that much though.
There's something really intriguing about the way she speaks of poetry, her eyes glimmer with genuine passion and so much love that I believe it might be contagious. It had me wondering if I had ever loved something that made my eyes glimmer the way her eyes do. Then, I remembered Angela. Though, I am starting to get used to being around Sam. She's fun, and different.
22 days.
I don't know what to feel. I'm not looking forward to the new year.
Love,
Alex.
31/12/1947
YOU ARE READING
SAM
Teen Fiction1948. In an imperfect world, nothing close to reality, Alex finds his imperfect soul mate behind the machinery of Glennon Town's Factory. Though he believes he has found his source of eternal happiness, he drowns into his own miserable self and deci...
