Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Random story

Expression I have or had a problem with I realized part of that is shown. In my writing. I realized that I write to my understanding. Maybe because I don't want anyone to understand. Or I do but afraid of what will happen if it is understood. But the real reason I want you to figure out what I am trying to say. Bellow is my story

I my eyes opened I was in a place where I do not know I was in a place that looked like a Savannah the land was a light green and greyish colour. It was so as far as the eyes can see and on this Savannah persons were dancing they were African and all dressed in slave garments but they looked happy as soon as I noticed them I got the feelings that I shouldn't be there and these people they should not be there. So I tried to Leave and if I didn't know any better I would think that those people were dead
Some how I came out somehow and I noticed from persons to police no one was going there and the people danced in the road on the side in front of the vehicle no one was seeing no one except me