I wrote this a couple of years ago, now. It was exam revision time and I had nothing else to do. Although short, it’s still one of the better pieces of descriptive writing I have done (or at least, I think so. My old English teacher would no doubt disagree). Critisism welcome.

Experience?

The confused young child crying because it feels the pain that has been bouncing off the walls…

Why do we need to love? If love could tie us to an empty doorknob. Why should we be loved? If love can’t bring us the call of heartthrob.