Life
Random bio for a challenge. This is all fictional and written from the perspective of my character.
I never knew what life was all about until I actually lived it. Days were like objects to me, inanimate objects that I seemed to be trapped inside of, like some prison cell. Life was all a big mystery to me until I came to life.
It wasn't easy growing up where I lived, my parents were drug addicts. Every time they were high it felt like I was stuck in their world, on pause. Our trailer home didn't allow us to have the most privacy either, so I would go outside to get away from them and the toxic environment I called 'home.'
The world was ugly and beautiful at the same time, and I never knew that until I started venturing on my own. Walking on those streets at night made me feel alive, feeling the dirt underneath my boots made me realize how raw the Earth was. There was beauty in simple pleasures, like watching the rain fall from the sky on a summer night.
Even though my life was "shit on a stick," according to my friends, I could still find the beauty in it. I could make them laugh, it was never hard for me to make anyone laugh. When you've lived in poverty all your life you have to learn how to laugh. Laughing is what keeps you living in a world like that.
My jokes got me very far with people, so far to the point I actually got a girlfriend. Her name was Emma, and she helped me recognize my talent, I could sketch. At night we would go out into the sand dunes and sketch each other, she was a lot better than me but she never liked to admit it. I miss her and I wish life would've been kinder to her. Everything changed on October 25, 2010 when she disappeared, no one had heard of her, and no one spoke of her. She was gone without a trace. She left no message behind, just her sketches. Sometimes I miss her, other times I resent her for leaving me all alone like that. I still wonder what it would've been like if we disappeared together.
The summer of 2012 I decided to leave, there was no reason for me to stay with my parents, they could barely even provide for me. I walked the streets, 17 and homeless. Without having a clue where I was going or who I would become, I walked. I walked because I had to live. And I'm still walking, putting smiles on people's faces as I travel across the world. Some call me a nomad, but I just call myself a liver of life. Sketching, and walking, sketching and walking, sketching and walking.
