Creative Writing On Homelessness

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As I entered the restaurant, the warm heat welcomed me. Compared to the harsh wind and rain that washed the streets of new york in this lonely night, the warm wind that filled this other wise cold looking restaurant felt cozy. The cool restaurant stands tall on top of the Apple center, in the middle of Time Square. The first thing I noticed when I entered the lobby of this icy building was the lonely daisy that sat alone in the large tall vase. The daisy was too short and small to stand on top of the transparent glass so it ended up wilting half way through the height of the vase. Wilting, masked by the glass.
The daisy sat on top of the reception desk and swayed to the music of the breezy wind all alone only accompanied by the reservation …show more content…

I got a detention for waking up too late and missing my first class, which was health. i was 17 at that time so it seemed irrelevant learning about puberty when i was already done growing. I was sitting by myself at the far end corner of the lunch room staring at the wall. And then out of nowhere you see jack walking into the large double doors 30 minutes past the time detention started. He stops and looks at me dead in the eyes for what felt like an hour. I felt special like he picked me, out of everyone he picked me. I felt special for that 3 second moment, i felt special. He then proceeds to give the detention monitor a smug smile who in return just rolls his eyes at him. Far from where i sat, he walks to the opposite side of the room and …show more content…

My world stopped. The couple arguing on the other side of the road seemed peaceful and happy with their arms in the air. I knew he was going to hit her but it that frozen moment with both their hands up and opened it, her mouth kind of curved to a smile, seemed like they were happy and in need of each other’s touch.
No one made a noise, no one dared to move. It was as if his eyes were the only thing that mattered in the world anymore. Those green eyes that light up whenever he’s around me, but now are grey.
“I’m not gay” we’ve been arguing for the past week about him telling people about my sexuality. I identify as a straight male and i don’t understand why doesn’t he get that nor acknowledge it.

“You love me and i know it, just set yourself free” he paces around the room and finally stop and sits down my single dorm room bed, He looked like a giant compared to the toy bed.

“You want me to be free but I’m already free being shackled to your love” He got angrier and angrier while i try to sedate the heat between us. His image of my freedom is suffocating. I don’t wanna be trapped in this ten by ten walled room. I needed some

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