The Lake Creative Writing

I was sitting by the lake again. Plunging pebbles deep into the cold water like I've done every evening since we got here. I came her because I tried to clear my head before I went to sleep. It never made a difference but I tried anyway. The nightmares mever stopped and I often woke up in tears or screaming. With the clear surface beneath my feet, I could see the reflection of the landscape which I have grown so familiar with I knew every tree and pebble in sight. I knew the lone mountain in the distance, towering above everything in sight and yet, still seeming astonishingly small and overpowered by my thought and feelings. At the foot of it, a pine forest unfolded and spread all around the water. There was the mist, creeping down from the mountains, sneaking its way between the thick tree trunks …show more content…
Gradually growing darker and darker, until they completely gave way to the stars. The lords of the night. They were constantly fighting, one trying to outshine the other, each one trying to be the biggest and brightest. But none of them could ever be as bright and bold as the moon. In the inky kingdom of the night, the moon was the true ruler. The moon was always the biggest and most powerful. Out of this whole scenery, out of all the beautiful sights around me it was the moon which reached out to me most. I have traveled so far, but the moon, something so plain and ordinary, something I have seen every night of my life ever since I was born was so breathtaking and mesmerising. Perhaps it was because at that very moment, I realised, that I had to travel to the end of the world, that I had to hit rock bottom and loose everything I still treasured, to realise that the most important things were always right in front of me, that they were always within my reach. Perhaps it was because I remembered what someone once said to me. Someone I cared about a long time ago. Someone I thought cared about me too. Someone I trusted endlessly. Someone who hurt