DAY 25: Something inspired by the 11th image on your phone

The 11th image is a painting I painted in this art class:

Some of you might or might not recognise it: it's one of Van Gogh's paintings. We had to recreate it, so yeah, that's what mine looks like. I'm guessing I have to write something inspired by this? Okay, let's do this...

I tighten the black jacket's grip on me so that the crisp windy air doesn't hit my already freezing body. The jeans I'm wearing are a bit too thin, so I can feel the wheat tickling my legs. I should feel uncomfortable because of the spiting cold, but I feel so free. 

The second I inhale, I immediately get this sense that I've found myself. Who I am, not what I am. My soul starts dancing and I smile. Around me, the trees sway back and forth, as if grooving along with me. Nature's gifts surround me and I feel safe. The wind tickles my ears playfully, and I can hear the faint sound of birds. 

The clouds don't look invading in the skies, instead it seems like they want to shelter me from reality. A reality that I left behind so long ago.

I shudder at the thought of them. I quickly shake it off though, and continue contemplating the marvelous view.

I look down at my watch and realise I should be headed home. I take in nature's fresh air oneast time, but this time, behind the bushes, I catch a glimpse of mountains.

Now the awful memory just won't go away. The mountains remind me so much of that place.

That place I let them fall off the snowy peak. The place I killed them because they deserved it.

I mean, they deserved it, right? After all they'd done to me.

They deserved it.

Right?

I honestly have no idea what I was trying to write. It looks like the chapter of a book. It seems okay, though I know I can do better.

Anyways, see ya in day 26!