#hardbord

Her bygone memories fade, but the warm sun and the green lawn on which she rests her head remind her of the many English summer days that she spends enjoying a long life. The English Royal garden, much like the European Royal Gardens are in general, are defined by a large amount of grass. Unfortunately, this has been transferred into North America, where it seems that individuals are simply grass farmers. The time put into growing lawn, and watering. Cutting, which is the primary reason they grow it, creating another way to burn fossil fuels. Based on the addition, it makes people feel important, as if they're kings.

Companion this one small always available forever excited never intending to move away will surely follow you everywhere. Once, a wild beast that was attracted to our food followed us around. We only consumed the dogs we didn't like, feeding the rest we did not. Now we are part of their pack, best to be the head of it. Sometimes the leader of the pack is not clear for the dog they will assume it as no one else has, this is never the dog's fault. Some people should just not own dogs.

The camper parked in the parking lot of some suburban super mall. Time to bathe in the sun of our truly United States tarmac beach or contribution to the world. Outcome the lawn chairs and on go the bikinis. Time to absorbing the rays and that beautiful fragrance of the oil that evaporated from that tar beach. In are heaven that is the parking lot of them mall in the USA.

She practises what would seem like forever. The performance with violin begins to play quietly at first then louder, we all know the band will start but knowing exactly when. Then the band starts quietly then. This violin player almost losing her concentration. But continues to play, hypnotized by the combined convergence of sound. Excited by this step to a world, the bands organizations supported this performance. Momentarily dreaming of a future, a fleeting idea thought of in and out as bow goes back and forth. An idea to imagine before and after performances, but at this moment there are only the two of them, no outside to distract.

Always trying to escape never works. My feet are out, but the rest are in my head go through the rest of my hands are free, but the rest are in the same dark, dark place. There's no escape, even when free for, bars are always surrounding. Captured but blaming of the bars they became the focus of my escape, but deep inside the realization that these bars could easily just be imagined, the fact that they are there is an excuse to ignore the real ones. There is a fear that in the escape an overwhelming loss and realization will occur, so the attempt and failure is reassuring.

My voice cries out, but nobody hears, not understands the point. Trying to make it clear, why does nobody acknowledge. They all continue to stand there if nothing is happening but, there it is right in front of them. Their only response is to pull away, hiding from the truth. Listen to me. All here, but you're unaware the acknowledgment you want is not from them, but interior to you. No matter how loud you are is never going to be satisfied for the one who should listen is you not to what you do.

Matching winter coats seem like they are the same one, just big and small. Maybe one is more expensive an original high fashion, the other a knock-off from some Third World country, since the fur around the collar looks synthetic. But the day is cold, and the pair are both warm, so for the moment it does not matter. From behind someone observes realizing the little one does not realize that even with this coach she will never truly be the same as a young woman for there are differences will not be solved with fashion.

Dark skinned glistens in the sunlight, frame eyes as dark as the skin. Light breath whips her sun bleached blue top. Almost falling off the shoulder because of the fright. Everything was perfectly still, the breeze was unexpected so abruptly that body jump and out of the moment for an instance. Motionless state returns quickly and the breeze disappear now everything is frozen for this moment again. But now the sun begins it oppression without this light breeze, soon the body will wish back again to interruption to that moment. That was never completely there, only I thought of loss.