Myself...

Hmm….after a long time I’m ready to write. There is a lovely song playing in the background. Don’t know how much it describes my situation but I sure love this music. Me, I’m just a normal person with some normal needs and dreams. But like everybody else, I am the hero of my story. A confused character, as some might say. I always thought I was different. Watching all the sci-fi movies n cartoons, when I was a child, I would dwell into my own world where I was fighting the bad guys, saving the world and also getting the girl in the end. After all, who wouldn’t want a damsel in distress in their story, for whom you would play with danger and save her life? I need to write the above sentence correctly because it sounds a little wobbly, and it probably makes everyone guess that I’m some kind of a nerd. I don’t know if m a geek, because where I’ve come from we all dress alike and certainly I’ve seen bigger book-worms than me. One thing that I’m certain about is I wear glasses and everybody thinks I’m a study freak because I wear them. Actually, not everybody thinks that. I know a girl who thought that. Let’s not change the topic. I am sitting down on my bed and thinking how I can express my feelings. An airplane passes by making a loud noise. I looked out of my window, but I’m late. The plane has already landed but then I can see this lovely view of clouds. One might say how clouds are lovely because when the sky is clear, we have the best view of the mountain range to the north. But to a child who has passed many boring and lonely days looking at them, the clouds are very close friends. It’s like the clouds want to play with you and the best game you can play with it is charade. It gives you a shape and you have all your imagination to guess what that is and sometimes it tells you stories. But today the clouds aren’t playing any game. They probably know that I have you as my company. The clouds also have their own company. I have already seen two more airplanes in last five minutes. You might be wondering why I’m writing this, why I’m telling what I can see. I have always liked reading what others have written and I admire their ability to express every little detail so you can imagine how they saw the things around them, and how they are in real life. I just want to know how good I’m in expressing how I am.