My Journey :: fictional narrative

It was late afternoon, when I just stepped into the kinfolk. The silence had captured the room. I was tired. My consistence felt like dead, nevertheless my mind was beyond that. A somber, blue frame caught my eyes. The deep blue sank my thoughts deeper and deeper and made them flow away as the waves pushed them more into the magic, no windup space. I was looking at the world itself, and seemed like it was standing at the palm of my hand. Some things seemed awkward while this world was rotating. Lots of mysteries contact my boat, as I was going further in this magnificent journey. Fishes on with other ocean creatures were curios to know where this boat was going to bring us all. I was curios too. My curiosity reached to the point, where few houses appeared and bonny palms seemed to wave at me from far. I left the boat closer to the shore and I followed the way that the palms were. The houses were unmatched into another, very close to each other. The streets were narrow and e verything seemed empty and lifeless. The darkness that border the place, made it become more mysterious than it was. As I was move alone and looking at every corner of the place, I seed few old people. My thoughts went deeper than ever. My mind was telling me to continue my walk, but my body seemed frightened and frozen. But my curiosity to know that, how this beautiful place had tho few people and that they were all old made my body to go on further. It was a very different place from others. I was opinion as I was going through this streets and looking at the houses, to cut in one of them, but my phone went off and my thoughts got stuck in that house. It was a big and very old house. It was my friend who called. I sow myself black the conversation with him to go back into the journey and get back my thoughts.I sat back at the same place I was, and the house appeared in front of me. I looked at the house, and its doors and windows and the whole house was arduous to tell me something that I could not understand. In front of the house, was a beautiful girl. She was the first young person there.