Up The Sidewalk Descriptive Writing

My life Is like a constantly changing like a calicoe sidewalk. Each step i take a different pieces pops up when I look down everything is jumbled up into this unsolvable puzzle but I still keep going even when you think it's the end my life leads to somewhere else. I am on the edge or I am in the middle there is not a in between. My life is built on solid ground everything around me seems perfect on the outside looking in I seem fine maybe even perfect but soon I will end up cracked and the same objects around me that you thought were perfect are the same objects that seems to get under me and break me. I am poured into this pathway and I everyone expects me to go a certain way and I have no mind of my own only the people that poured me. Jumbled …show more content…
constantly shifting like a calico sidewalk I lay and get stepped on by everyone I help them stay clean by keeping them off the dirt but in return I get walked on. No one thinks of me as an important being until the skies darken and rain starts to pour because walking in the mud will make white shoes dirty. Washing all my sins away with the precipitation of life it is finally sunny again and and I smile while I began to turn invisible again. Only three colors makes up the sidewalk they been there from the beginning it was about to be a solid color on this sidewalk but the my family, my own color would not stay with me. morals support from my best friend the wind as he speak and cools me down when I am hot. the sun goes down and it's getting cooler and cooler all of a sudden it's night now I am very invisible, darkness all around me closing in fast I can not move so I stay I hate night that's when all the crazy thoughts come out and mess my design up throwing dirt on me adding more and more I want to say something but sidewalks can't …show more content…
one side of the walkway leads to a big house the house looks as perfect as it can that has me thinking sometimes I lead to something special in the end I will make it to something big but no one really knows where I started they can only guess handcrafted in someone's else's efforts by a team of people thinking I am a perfect sidewalk because I'm cooped up in one spot unable to move if I got up and let I would probably be disappointed because all the other sidewalks look different not seeing the flaws because I am just glancing I am happy to be away left my thoughts back where I stay along with All the negativity. My creators left me as If I was nothing important gave me to someone else that supposed to love me better maybe they was trying to give me another life a better one I lay back down in my resting place and let my past engulf me. One thing leads to another and everything happen for a reason but I still can't find the answer. why I'm not like the same sidewalks I am in deep thought now pieces still jumbled everything is not the