Slouched on the chill leather of a discarded rotting sofa, I sat waiting in the abandoned tip. Flashes of light shone through the cracks in the fence from passing streetcars, creating vivid dancing shadows from the dejected furniture surrounding me. This has been my routine for quite some time now, living in a tip there's not much possibility of finding any better entertainment. But as I gazed at the ecstatic light show for the last …showed first 75 words of 573 total…

…showed last 75 words of 573 total…used to love it. I'll think of the betrayal and the lies churned out to me. I feel resentment, because I worked so hard in my eyes, but achieved so little to them. As I tried to put that resentment behind me the sun started to glimmer through the cracks in the fence. I think to myself "Hopefully today will be more optimistic than the last." Note: Written in the perspective of a classroom chair.