The squinted eyes gawked at me through the thick shrubs. In a flash of shock and terror, I swiftly turned around, only to be greeted with the rough surface of a pine tree. I had nowhere to go. In the grip of panic, fear shivered down my spine as my heart began to beat wildly. I have lost any sense of my surrounding as all the tension flooded my mind, turning my brain into a mental soup of conflicting instructions. Dread creeped down my spine like an ominous spider leaving a trail of silk. I feel her feet on my skin, descending until I’m frozen to the depths of my soul. My stomach churns in agony; my feet are set in concrete; my mind worryingly empty. All I can do is pray that the surge of negative thoughts in my head stay in my head and not
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Today I realised that there is a substantial difference between knowing and feeling. The scorching sun poured out its brilliant hot oranges and reds into the horizon like a pot of molten lava. I began to feel the sweat drip down my shirt, my thirst beckoning to be replenished. I licked my lips, trying to wet my mouth but to no avail. I put my eye up to my water bottle and saw all the way to the bottom, as if it would magically fill itself while I wasn’t paying attention. That was literally the minimal supply I had with me; a water bottle, a finished pack of gum and a camera. I was a tourist after all.
But I didn’t let that bother me as my focus was solely on following the boy. We walked for a few minutes until we reached a large tree. I stumbled over to it, seeking whatever shade it could provide from the midday sun. The top was a mass of arrow-head shaped leaves, dark green and inviting. I closed my eyes and prayed that this unbearable pain would …show more content…
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I said.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
“You gave me story stranger that I will share to my brothers,” he said, a sense of glee resonated from his voice. “I thank you for helping me with that stranger.”
“Matt,” I said softly. “My name is Matt.”
“Okay stranger Matt. Goodbye,” he giggled as he dashed down the hill, his messy hair swerving in a crazy motion.
To say that I was amazed didn’t quite do justice to my feelings. My mind felt a sensation that I never felt ever before. It felt like someone just took a spark of wonder and poured it right into me. The smile I showed on the outside couldn’t adequately reflect what I felt inside; it was like every neuron in my brain was trying to fire in both directions at once – the best kind of paralysis. This country was one of a kind. I stood there for a while, inhaling the beautiful fragrance of my surroundings. It was like I was breathed in a new life.
I will never forget the story you told me my friend, I thought to myself as I began to make my way down the hill
Today I realised that there is a substantial difference between knowing and feeling. The scorching sun poured out its brilliant hot oranges and reds into the horizon like a pot of molten lava. I began to feel the sweat drip down my shirt, my thirst beckoning to be replenished. I licked my lips, trying to wet my mouth but to no avail. I put my eye up to my water bottle and saw all the way to the bottom, as if it would magically fill itself while I wasn’t paying attention. That was literally the minimal supply I had with me; a water bottle, a finished pack of gum and a camera. I was a tourist after all.
But I didn’t let that bother me as my focus was solely on following the boy. We walked for a few minutes until we reached a large tree. I stumbled over to it, seeking whatever shade it could provide from the midday sun. The top was a mass of arrow-head shaped leaves, dark green and inviting. I closed my eyes and prayed that this unbearable pain would …show more content…
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I said.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
“You gave me story stranger that I will share to my brothers,” he said, a sense of glee resonated from his voice. “I thank you for helping me with that stranger.”
“Matt,” I said softly. “My name is Matt.”
“Okay stranger Matt. Goodbye,” he giggled as he dashed down the hill, his messy hair swerving in a crazy motion.
To say that I was amazed didn’t quite do justice to my feelings. My mind felt a sensation that I never felt ever before. It felt like someone just took a spark of wonder and poured it right into me. The smile I showed on the outside couldn’t adequately reflect what I felt inside; it was like every neuron in my brain was trying to fire in both directions at once – the best kind of paralysis. This country was one of a kind. I stood there for a while, inhaling the beautiful fragrance of my surroundings. It was like I was breathed in a new life.
I will never forget the story you told me my friend, I thought to myself as I began to make my way down the hill