i need to do an assignment for school on identity here is what i have so far
A Lamp
Her eyes stared blankly at the lamp, watering slightly at its brightness. Jane couldn't do anything productive yet she couldn't just sleep like everyone else at 1 in the morning.
Her mind raced, about her day, her life, what might happen next, what she knew would never happen, her friends, her family, the world, the universe, things she's learned, things she wish she understood, her place in the world and most important who she is.
Jane's life was never particularly interesting. Just the average and she did what was expected of her. Constantly following orders and getting those precious A's in school. She had friends and dressed to fit in. But it seemed as though she was concealing her true identity. This is when Jane was only existing; not living just being.
This existence left her with both emptiness and anxiety, neither very flattering on her ever so important complexion. Thus, she continued staring as if that lamp would solve all of her curiosities and confusion.
Realizing it was only a lamp, Jane questioned her saneness. Evading the answer, her eyelids drooped down and closed so softly. Blinking a few times then just closed. Her breathing slowed and became more carelessly regular.
Morning came in a sudden moment. Sun seeped into her window and Jane's family was busy vigorously brushing their teeth or criticizing the newspaper over a boiling mug of bitter coffee.
In reluctant, yet tender steps, Jane moved out to her balcony. She looked at the sky and then her eyes drifted to the daisies growing wildly beneath her.
Her arms reached out stretching for something which could not be grasped. Then, like she was walking, she drifted out to the edge and slipped off, angelically.
Time seemed irrelevant for a little bit, like all that mattered was life .
In Jane's final moment of life, she smiled and closed her eyes like she did when she slept, thinking of an endless field of daisies and pretty lights.
anything i can add?
A Lamp
Her eyes stared blankly at the lamp, watering slightly at its brightness. Jane couldn't do anything productive yet she couldn't just sleep like everyone else at 1 in the morning.
Her mind raced, about her day, her life, what might happen next, what she knew would never happen, her friends, her family, the world, the universe, things she's learned, things she wish she understood, her place in the world and most important who she is.
Jane's life was never particularly interesting. Just the average and she did what was expected of her. Constantly following orders and getting those precious A's in school. She had friends and dressed to fit in. But it seemed as though she was concealing her true identity. This is when Jane was only existing; not living just being.
This existence left her with both emptiness and anxiety, neither very flattering on her ever so important complexion. Thus, she continued staring as if that lamp would solve all of her curiosities and confusion.
Realizing it was only a lamp, Jane questioned her saneness. Evading the answer, her eyelids drooped down and closed so softly. Blinking a few times then just closed. Her breathing slowed and became more carelessly regular.
Morning came in a sudden moment. Sun seeped into her window and Jane's family was busy vigorously brushing their teeth or criticizing the newspaper over a boiling mug of bitter coffee.
In reluctant, yet tender steps, Jane moved out to her balcony. She looked at the sky and then her eyes drifted to the daisies growing wildly beneath her.
Her arms reached out stretching for something which could not be grasped. Then, like she was walking, she drifted out to the edge and slipped off, angelically.
Time seemed irrelevant for a little bit, like all that mattered was life .
In Jane's final moment of life, she smiled and closed her eyes like she did when she slept, thinking of an endless field of daisies and pretty lights.
anything i can add?