December 5, 2011 § 1 Comment
The day hasn’t decided its mood yet but you’re awake. Eyes wide open and holding your breath. From this spot you can see the elementary school. Your blue uniform and your frown. What were you looking at? What can you see? A story never begins with its beginning. It begins with the stories which took place before. A turning point can be a point of no return. But a story also never really ends. Sunrise.