Picturing myself walking through a forest on a small path just made for me. The smell of fresh pine throughout the air enlightens my mood. Looking around there are trees as tall as I can see, blowing away in the wind. Walking along the small path made just for me, I come across the ruins to my left, these ruin are old stone structures. Wondering how old they were I stood for a few minutes thinking and pondering about everything that could have happened here. The old stone structure covered in moss, growing old unstoouched for decades. A little wolf family seemed to have taken up home to the structures.
Continuing on my way I follow the little path just made for me. The smell of pine still fresh in the air, ah how I love it, I trip on a rock and almost fall down. I stop and shake it off like nothing happened, even looking around to see if anyone saw. Birds chirp over head, startling me and breaking the silence of the forest. I continue walking on the small path made just for me and come upon an odd object to my right. I wonder for a moment, and then notice it is an office building, but why way out here?
I begin to walked towards the build, through the trees and over the logs, I manage to make it. Looking at the tall build it reminded me of how tall I am. I take one look back at the beauty of the forest I have just left and return to the building. Knocking on the door and waiting for an anwser, sadly no one did. I try and open the door but it appears to be locked. Taking off my shirt and wrapping it around my hand, I break the glass and unlock the door. Checking for glass in my shirt, but finding none I put it back on. As I walk in the smell of dictionaries fills my nose and I am reminded of school. Old decks and chairs sit around emtpy, waiting for someone to use them. In the distance, I spot an object, a rather strange object. As I walk closer I hear laugher, looking around I find no one. Continuing on my way to the strange object I finally reach it. It almost looks like an alien object. Gold, and bright with beauty, the spinning disk shimmers with my reflection. The other half the holds the spinning disk appears to be half and hour glass with sand flowing to the bottom, but some force keeping the sand from fall out. The object is so wonderous I decide to take it with me.I return on my way outside to find myself in a vast desert.
Bending down and grasping the golden yellow sand in my hand, the smell of salt water hit my nose. Viewing the area around me I see no water for miles, and miles. Wondering where the smell came from, I notice a hill. I begin climbing and limbing, sweat dripping down my face as the blazing hot desert sun beats down on me. The hill was rather a moutain of sand, when I finally reached the top, I found the smell.
The smell of fresh ocean air fills my nose and energizes my body. I look behind me and the desert that was once there is now gone and I realize life is not what it may seem to be, but this is where I have put myself, not allowing myself to succeed and always falling down. Wanting to be in with the crowd and throwing away my knowledge, just to be cool. Now I have been reawakened thanks to everyone around me. Finally realizing what it is to be who I am, I jump into the ocean.