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Etwas, das ich geschrieben hab.
Hoffe ihr mögt es.

Changes

The forest is very dark and everything looks kind of grey. I can see through the leaves. The moss is really smooth, and suddenly the sun comes out, and the forest changes from a dark place to a bright, sunny place. The sun is shining through the trees and leaves a reflection on the water from the dew drops.  In the background I can see a winding path. The path stands out because of the mud color, brown. Many stones that are buried in the ground do not look rough, but when I step on it, it feels jagged.

            There is something golden buried under all the mud. I can only see part of it. The sun reflects off the golden curiosity. As I come closer, and closer I can see what it is. It is a key. I pick it up to take a closer look. It is rusty but it still has a golden shine. It is a fantastical old key, which you normally only find in old stories, and movies.

Further along the path, I see again something in the brown mud. This time it is red; a plastic drinking cup. I think what a strange occurrence. The cup is all dirty and full of water from the last rain. I pick the cup up and I see a name written on it:  my name.  I drop the cup and continued walking unnerved. I don’t even want to know why there is a cup with my name so far in the unknown forest.

            The sun is hiding behind the clouds again, like before. It starts raining. I come across a lake, big enough to go swimming, but too small for fishing, is surrounded with weeds, and when the sun would shine, it could actually look really good. I am already wet from the rain, so I decide to go swimming. I drop my clothes and the key on the side of the lake. The water is ice cold. It feels really good just to swim and to forget all your worries.

As I come out of the water, I get dressed. I picked up the key and saw on the other side of the lake, hidden behind trees, a shelter. The shelter is made out of wood and is very old. It looks like the shelter could collapse at any second, but I decide to go inside anyways. It is warm and dry in the shelter. The ground is covered with dry grass. It looks nice and inviting.

I spent a couple of hours in the big dry shelter, contemplating my thoughts.  I decide to walk on, even though I was finally dry. I go out through different door, not the one I came in. It is still raining. I walk further away the house and see a big fence. The fence looks like a fence that was used for cows and horses. I’m wondering what happened here and what it were before everything changed. It must have been such a grateful place.

I go cross the fence and I see a field. It really must have been a cow farm or a place for horses, before everything changed. The field is wet and muddy from the rain. It brings back so many memories that I hoped to forget. I can’t handle this. I break down, I’m lying on the muddy field, crying. I wish the world would have never changed I close my hand around the key in my pocket, while the rain is sagging my cloth and leaves raindrops on my face.

I wish I could change what happened.