Hope to Escape

Whilst nearing the end of my shift yesterday I wrote the below.
I wasn’t satisfied with how it turned out so I’m leaving it incomplete.
However, I did write it with the intention of posting it, so here you go.

I hope you enjoy.

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There was still time, as there always is, to get the things done that needed to be done, he thought to himself.

Looking beyond the walls that he thought he could see through, he envisioned a verdant rolling green beyond anything he had seen before. The land around him was withered and dry and in a dire need of great refreshment. It was one that he could not provide and was painfully aware of the fact.

The four walls that surrounded him was, other than the immediate area, all that he knew in his life at this given point in time. He had read and been told about places where there was a thing known as a “sea breeze” and sand was something that was not to be dreaded. He had learned about hills as far as the eye could see where the land was fertile and animals were not scarce. In his dreams he imagined the sprawling metropolises that he had heard mentioned time and time again. These were things that he wanted to see and know more about, but it was growing increasingly unlikely that he ever would, for time was short and the land around him seemed only to be dying.

The world was far bigger than he knew and far bigger than he had realised. It was a hope for him to discover the large size of it, but until he was given the freedom from his four walls, it was something that he could never begin attempting.

Even when he was a younger man than he was now, he had hoped for a day when he would be given the opportunity to escape and explore something that he felt he should know but was always denied the chance. Even as a child, when he first heard about a world beyond what could be seen he had imagined that he would be able to see all that was. It was always growing less and less likely, but he still held on. Despite how decrepit the land had become, he still held on to what he could. Perhaps he would never see beyond the immediate view, but hope kept him going and he knew that eventually he would be allowed some sort of give to take advantage of and finally escape to explore.

Until then, all he could do is keep working himself down every day and continue to bide his time.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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