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7# The only environment I'm comfortable with. My home. Yellowish-white paint, broken picket fence, and dry dusty Poison Ivy's, safe-guarded with green vine, pale green swords poking out of it.
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7# The only environment I'm comfortable with. My home. Yellowish-white paint, broken picket fence, and dry dusty Poison Ivy's, safe-guarded with green vine, pale green swords poking out of it.
I get off the plane after twenty hours of flying. When I get off I see my best friend Cameron. He has always been there for me. We do everything together. "Cameron!" "Annie!" I can't help but hug him.
"Two beers please." Harry orders. I take slow sips of the beer the waitress brought. "sorry about earlier. At the pool I mean." "it's fine." I finish my beer and so does Harry.
#household My hero is brave and saves the day, At night he chases the monsters away, You'd be shocked by how many dragons he'd slay, If only he'd been able to stay...
I go running down the steps and tumble right in two his tight embrace. It feels like a century sense I saw him last.
So here it begins. The journey home. Starting with loading the cars up. Crammed full with alsorts of goodies. A different type of mountain will await me. That of washing. And unpacking.
It's so very late for the journey we make. But dad is still awake. Waiting up purely for his own sake. Welcomed in with open arms. Still apprehensive of Luke's charms.
Traveling from day to night. From hot to cold. Through candy floss clouds. Last sunset to behold. Seeing loved ones again. A loving embrace. So much I have missed. My little angels face.
I've arrived in the county. Not renowned for its bounty. But rather the phrases. Of now familiar faces. The neighbourhood is peaceful. Affluent and successful. I'm ushered to the front door.
#household I can see the lights of home Growing slowly in my sights. I've been gone for far too long. Can't wait to end this grueling flight. A world beater I have been, Taking charge and doing well.
I wandered through a barren waste. Cut off from a land I had come to love, Torn from those who inspired me. My anguished cries ran ahead, Then rebounded tauntingly to remind me of my idiocy.
I step down from the train so slowly Stop - and take a look around me At the new buildings that surround me I've been away too long It takes a while to get my bearings The house is eastward down the...
It was a cold, icy day. The ground was frozen and breath formed a rising mist.