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The automatic doors of the bus station open as I approach them. I walk in not sure yet for what I was doing. It was a huge station all marble on the floor and glass for walls. It smelled lemon soap so I guessed they had just cleaned it and the aircondition made the air notably cooler from the outside. I couldn't imagine it any different, it was after all a depiction of the huge city I live in, modern architecture and technology dependant. But I don't want this luxury anymore. I need a break from all these. To see real life, to live trully and adventurously. I'm sure now.
I take a step forward and then one more until I reach the huge map in the center of the room. I close my eyes. "That's it"...
Hello to all my friends here and lovely penpals! I just wanted to thank you for your letters and tell you that I couldn't answer since I had literally no time at all. Now I'm on holidays though and I can find time to write back. Also I will write some new lettrs! Tell me your opinion. And lettrs staff thank you again for reading my lettrs!
I see glitter and decorations. I see happy faces, children walking down the streets with their parents. I see Christmas trees and candles, gifts exchanging hands. I see couples and hot chocolate, warm smiles and loud laughs. I see people helping each other. And I see bright eyes, warm hugs. Warm hearts. And I wish it was like that all year.
She stared at the screen, her fingertips ready to type all the stories she had in her mind. She had waited a long time for this. The first sentence came naturally to her, the passion of writting unfolding within her like a flower blooming when meeting the warm light of the sun. Her thoughts were a storm, powerful and defining, like rain, the kind which makes you come out of the house and smell, hear, only because of the feeling. And when she wrote them down they burst with life.
I woke up today, my everyday route on its way. The moon was still on the sky, full, its clear white contrasting the blue sky. The sea, calm, its smoothness like of a painting laid ahead far in the horizon. The air felt lighter and there was still that morning breeze. Fresh, magical, amazing, where the words that one could almost sense.