Untamed

It is a dull November night and all I can hear around me is the seemingly automated sounds of car tyres screaming across the main road outside my window coupled with the low hum of my computer hard drives and fans. These sounds certainly are not an orchestra of wondeful beauty, to say the least and the dark, still night outside shows little hope of inspiration nor admiration. The sky, covered in a thick blanket of smoke-purple clouds, forbid the stars and the moon to shine their incandecent light upon the Earths surface, as if to forever bind us all in a eternal life of darkness and shows no glimmer of beauty.

Two of the window curtains are drawn aside to allow the cool, soft air to flutter through the open window and slowly trickle through my hair and over my skin, bringing a comforting relief from the ever tiresome and hot nights. The curtains dance with the wind, as if to create a new form of choreography that no one has ever seen before; it moves so freely, smoothly that it is almost able to send me into a hypnotic trance. I find myself merely watching the curtains move, with not a single thought in my mind, until finally, I come back to the reality of life and the boredom of the night and I sigh.

It is then, in my complete state of boredom, that I realise that these are the moments that make me cherish the smallest things as well as the better things in life so much more. I am left to do nothing more than smile.

It is a dull November night and all I can hear around me is the seemingly automated sounds of car tyres screaming across the main road outside my window coupled with the low hum of my computer hard drives and fans. These sounds certainly are not an orchestra of wondeful beauty, to say the least and the dark, still night outside shows little hope of inspiration nor admiration. The sky, covered in a thick blanket of smoke-purple clouds, forbid the stars and the moon to shine their incandecent light upon the Earths surface, as if to forever bind us all in a eternal life of darkness and shows no glimmer of beauty.

Two of the window curtains are drawn aside to allow the cool, soft air to flutter through the open window and slowly trickle through my hair and over my skin, bringing a comforting relief from the ever tiresome and hot nights. The curtains dance with the wind, as if to create a new form of choreography that no one has ever seen before; it moves so freely, smoothly that it is almost able to send me into a hypnotic trance. I find myself merely watching the curtains move, with not a single thought in my mind, until finally, I come back to the reality of life and the boredom of the night and I sigh.

It is then, in my complete state of boredom, that I realise that these are the moments that make me cherish the smallest things as well as the better things in life so much more. I am left to do nothing more than smile.