Friday, May 15, 2009

Hidden(descriptive writing)

Escaping from life is not an easy task, the busy streets of the city, and the screaming bright lights seem to surround you no matter where you run. I however, have found an escape, a place all my own. A place that is hidden. It is my sanctuary. Outside the city limits, away from the noise and strange mechanical beasts, there is a different world. The countless hues of greens, brown, and blues encompass me. A world with creatures that cannot be found anywhere else.

The journey to this place is one I love dearly. I turn to my four legged angel, and he knows where it is I want to go. I hop on his back, and he carries me through the wind, as if I am weightless. We gallop through the trees, over mountain trails, through fields and creeks.

This place is not a specific location on a map, it cannot be found with coordinates or photographs. It is a place in my mind, a place I enter ever time I am on the back of my trusted equine friends. They give me the power and strength of a thousand men, and allow me to dream things one could never imagine. My horses are my escape from reality.

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