My Surroundings

Oh - When I look at the world, the breath of fresh air and the wide range of the earth are becoming soothing - my environment is being introduced. When I caught a glimpse of the landscape of the country of God, my eyes that came out just fell down. Each time the breeze blows, a new leaf will reach the ground below until the orange and brown disappear. When the air cyclone wraps around me, I smell the lawn that I was mowing yesterday. The smell of the flowers that passed through the air disappears, leaving only the smell of barley and hay.

Tractor 's voice trimmed the field, filled the hay, drowned the birds, and sang their sweet songs. These feather creatures fought hard to find a new house before winter and returned to the front black mail box. I saw that they built new habitat with nearby branches and leaves. These efforts seem to be exhausting as they get tired, as their hard work is interrupted by e-mail which fills up their new house quickly. My vision was dragged to annoying traffic that passed from the new residence of the mailbox. The car was released from the speed limit and the roar of the music around the hill. When I diverted attention, I saw the sight from the porch again. I listen to the sounds around me and enjoy my quiet scenery.

I have only one earphone per day and the other is rounded in my shirt. When I can not hear the surrounding environment, I feel uncomfortable and I feel delusions. This day is different. My environment has not made me imagined. I am very delusive about myself. Sound is pushing me, I have to drown it. Should I jump? I think. How did you come here? How can I think about suicide on the second floor of the indoor runway at the entertainment center? That morning, I woke up and got angry. Apart from the chemical imbalance in my brain that caused my irritable feelings. This is a pain that I can convey to you through genetics. My mother died of bipolar depression in her younger days. My father is an angry insult. I do not know what happened to him, whether he is still alive or dead. When I was young, I did not understand their behavior. As an adult, I also know that.

If my little hometown tells me something, it will keep my thoughts awakened to the limited poisonous attitude around me. The idea of ​​frivolous travel came to my mind since I was young. I was asked to think that the place outside my direct community is too far. If it is familiar and safe, I can do whatever I want to do, within 50 miles from my house. Now I am sitting at the age of 20. I am passionate about what I have in the world, I have no experience, no culture, confined. In my rural area, I am under pressure to follow the footprints of the previous generation; I am urging you to go quietly and desperately. It is a bit familiar.