The air is tight and lifting, the rain beats against the glass. The trees are trembling outside, this moment will soon pass. I look through the misty window, and see a figure near the river bank. Is it waving a hand at me? Before my thought is finished it has sank. I forget the heavy rain, and rush out the door. As I reach the river bank, I look around and call. The silence surrounds me, then I turn to see. In the distance is the figure, who turns and runs from me. Who is this and what are they doing? I am in a wild chase. I breathe steadily as I run, and try to increase my pace. I am staring at the figures back, as my feet continue to pound. I reach and grab the figure, who turns without a sound. The face looks familiar, a contented smile on its face. Then it dissolves from my hands, and vanishes with grace. I am left standing alone again, this just is not fair. I sigh and begin to walk home, then I see I am already there. Have I been running in a circle, or was it all a dream. As I walk inside I see the figures reflection, no, that is just me it seems...
Reason for writing:
I started to write this with no idea what I was writing and this is what it turned out like. I guess it is a strange way of finding yourself.
Birth sign: Leo
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