Today is Only the Beginning, My Past is a Complete Mystery :: Personal Narrative Writing

To mean solar day is Only the Beginning, My Past is a write turn out MysteryIts funny how weeks pass so quickly and so a great deal fills this life I cant remember how one day is different from the next. Lately, a moments peace means a falter of plans. My order is changed. Emotions, actions, events, and things go on around me, and I live through them not know how it was done. sometimes theres reflection its haunting until tomorrow, and I have no idea what tomorrow is. Strangely, I think of why Im here and wonder who I am behind this faade, this name-looking for a balance and a connection, never knowing where to fancy it, and nobody else knows either voices talk on the telephone about it for hours, or sit there drawing some strange par every(prenominal)els one afternoon. It all ends up somewhere in an unconsciously dreamworld alas the perplaxity in distinguishing truth from reality is plaguing. Thinking of how to connect the two, three, and forty thousand images that fell by me d ay in and lights out, waking up and shock hits. all told I want to do is do what I want to do, and do what I have to do, and like it, and get something out of it. Never does a thought cross my mind that there may someday be disappointment. And, when the sun rises every morning, more things muddle some understanding and chill my order, catching me by utter surprise. Secret hopes that will one day lead me to whatever i think I am passing play to find, lie before me a mystery. Months mesh into one another. I went out into the backyard to look for violets, the small wild ones. My aunt had secretly shown me where they were one day after lunch. I still remember my plaid pants were the similar color as the violets, with a solid purple shirt, and my almost duster Keds sneakers. We went up into the attic where she kept her sewing basket, and I picked out what I thought was the prettiest ribbon to tie together my prescious hand-held flowers. It was a frazzled, satin off-whitish with embr oidered lock around it. I knew my flowers had to be worthy enough to deserve much(prenominal) a royal bow. So, we had sneaked around the corner of the house to the sunny tinge thats where they grew the best. Originally, I had picked the flowers without the stems.