Personal Narrative: I Am A Piece Of Gum

I am a piece of gum. Yep, that’s right, a piece of gum. Here I am stuck in-between Hubba Bubba and Juicy Fruit on a wall. What a way to live.
I was sentenced to a life of imprisonment here in this alleyway in Seattle, Washington. I’ve been stuck here for quite some time now and nothing’s really changed. It never does. It’s always been the same thing over and over again, people coming from all around the world, flocking to these exuberant walls. I’m sick of it.
It was the summer of 1999 when I was first condemned to this wall. Trapped inside a dark cramped enclosure I was brought here by someone I never knew. This somber alleyway was the first thing I saw when I was suddenly jolted from my spot in the container. How exciting, right? To be

She’s stuck in that honeymoon phase where everything around her seems wonderful. I can’t stand it. She’s always so bubbly and excited when people fill the street to gawk at us trapped to the wall. She doesn’t see how gross this whole picture really is. These people come with their gum ready and chew them up and spit them out, adding another piece to this never-ending sea of people’s trash. I can’t stand it. I see it everyday over and over and over again. The wall grows and grows. The larger it gets the more people seem to be fascinated by it, thus, the more people add to it. When will it ever end? The answer is never most

With her she brought radiance into the once dreary alley. You could see it in her eyes; she was happy. She may have been naïve like the rest of them, but this was different. She seemed to be in love with everything around her. To her the world was bright and wondrous. She examined the wall almost as if she was looking for something among us. Every piece she saw seemed to delight her even more. It was the first time since I had been here that I felt that someone actually noticed me. She had on this shirt that displayed a picture of a meadow. I will never forget that meadow. The way the flowers sprinkled throughout the grasses; they seemed ethereal. Their vibrant colors took my breath away. I had never seen such beauty before. The jagged mountains that stood behind the flowering field were something I had only ever heard about from passing conversations. I can’t even imagine it. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be there in the middle of the meadow, lying among the flowers, to see the sunrays tip over the peaks of the mountains and feel the warmth. I could picture her in the meadow dancing carelessly; full of life. It seems so peaceful, unlike here in this alleyway constantly filled with ignorant people. But like the rest of the people, she had to leave, and with her radiance followed, leaving the alley empty again. I wish I could’ve gone with