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Updated on August 9, 2014

A particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.

The town is dead.
Broken down buildings loiter on cracked sidewalks and ancient streets.
The grass is a hideous shade of brown and weeds grow from every crook and cranny.
The same five waitresses serve the same five customers the same five meals every day of the week.
The sun never comes out from behind the clouds and the rain never ends. The sky is dark with smoke as loud pick-up trucks storm by, startling nearby deer into the middle of the deserted road.
Sickly green wave after sickly green wave crash into rough, dirty sand on an unwashed, filthy beach.

I drive towards the sunset and towards a new reality.

Towering, gleaming skyscrapers surround me, flexing and stretching as they reach for the sky.
Music plays out of every window and friendly faces dance past, leaving me a drop in a warm and enlightened ocean.
I pick a shady spot under a rich, lush tree and begin to write as leaves fall around me.
Empty pages become full books and powerful stores become reality.
I close my eyes and absorb the warmth and acceptance in the air around me and become whole.

I am surrounded by darkness. The ominous steel giants block out the sun and leave me shivering in the shadows.
Sirens and screams pierce the air and startle me as faceless strangers brush past in the bustle. I desperately reach for the surface and I drown in the doldrums.
I climb a dead tree but am chased off by a murder of crows
I stare blankly as the cursor on my screen taunts me.
I desperately search every crease and corner of my brain but no words are to be found.
I have never felt so empty.

I steal a longing glance at the sunrise and imagine a different time.

The town is bustling.
Olde-time buildings proud stand where they have for decades.
A teenager mows naturally green grass as he bops his head along to his iPod.
A young girl collects a tip at the restaurant her great-grandmother opened a hundred years ago.
The weather comes and goes as the locals enjoy all of the seasons to the fullest.
There isn't a cloud in the sky as friends carpool on mid-day adventures to anywhere.
And the never ending river courses as it always has past my little slice of paradise, on my abandoned, lonely beach.

A particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.


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    • carrie Lee Night profile image

      Kept private 3 years ago from Northeast United States

      Interesting changing views :) Thank you for sharing this hub :)

    • LailaK profile image

      LailaK 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      I enjoyed reading this perspective! I love the amount of imagery you used :D It made me feel like I was living the same moments with you. Voted up and away!