Isolation-Personal Narrative
Isolation. The terrifying thought of my parents splitting. Postponing my love, for their annihilating decision. It left the remains of my interests woeful. No one is willing enough to exist with the involvement with my irrational family. Nippy, the harsh winter's breeze is impaling my firm pores of my hands. I clasped the maturing seat underneath me, while wrapping my thumbs around my oversized sleeves, as I pondered the discomforts of nature and my family. Harsh, the glistening sun reflects off the vast ocean. It shines whilst penetrating pain through my brown irises and into my aching heart, as if it weren't aching already.
With a feeling of sandpaper, I stretch my bare feet across the moist ground wishing it would sand away
With a feeling of sandpaper, I stretch my bare feet across the moist ground wishing it would sand away