....the sky is the best we've got. The land is red, may it be from our history of bloody suffering that still haunts us now, or just the weather as they say, I don't know. It is red where there should be green from the money we get from the government. It's so barren and dull I'm amazed I'm still here. The shoddy little "houses" dot the scarlet landscape, each having its own arbitrary and unique shape; they're the only things ornamenting the land.
There's no room for a chance at life, even with the all open space we have that seems to only end only with the sky. Many already have given up and made their way to the heavens against God's will because they can't seem to find a way around this struggle. The poverty and lack of opportunity deprived people of their spirit and desire to live on. The hate from the outside world. So much conflict....
I want to be one of the red mountains because they are so close to the large expanse of blue above. Maybe I will find my way to the sky too.
Your second paragraph starts off so sad :( But I really like how you made the sky a focal point of your story.
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ReplyDeletebut i actually came across an article from the NY Times (i think?) that talked about some suicides on a specific reservation...i can't remember which exactly. i based this a little off of that and a few other things.
and thanks :)
This is nice :) Like Ben said, I really like how you focused on the sky. It almost seems like I could paint a picture with this. I think you could even turn this into a poem (hinthint).
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