Arawata Bill (Creative writing)

Mostly all that I can usually see is the color grey yet the mountains and all their streams.. rivers and rocks still stun me with their beauty. The rocks glisten with water from the river. The river is complimented by the rocks.. which make it look more raging than it actually is. One thing that is better than all the rest is gold. I know it's here too. The river's roar is so loud that my voice is muffled. It doesn’t matter anyway. I'm all alone up here. Small beams of light leak through the top of the tarp.. which was meant to keep some rain out. It's coming to it's end soon. It has practically no effect now. My mind starts to awaken. "Another day." It thinks. Another day of the search for gold. Another day looking for my next pay. Another day of the hunt. When I roll over out of bed.. I try to think of where the gold is most likely going to be.. but this boggles me. My body is aching. My stomach isn't very appeased. I would eat.. but I wouldn't want to waste the very minimal amount of what you may call food up. The things that I could eat are old corned beef and rock-hard biscuits. Appetizing. On my feet.. I can definitely feel the effects of yesterdays struggle up the mountain. I stumble over to the exit of my temporary home. On the way.. negative thoughts strike my mind. This will probably be one of my last trips. My time is nearly up. I decide that positive thoughts are a lot better. I’ll make it home with hundreds of dollars of gold. I wonder how much gold I’d have by now if I were 10 years younger. My mind becomes a war zone. I scan the environment. There are trees sprinkled around the landscape as if they were on of a child’s cake. When you look around and past nature’s beauty.. it’s actually quite an ominous thing. The clouds roll overtop of the area.. while the river is pulling then smashing anything it can touch. Suck you in so that it can destroy you. All it takes is just one misplaced foot for me to never return home. I’d better be careful. With all my gear ready.. I think of what I may get today. I may get to be rich. I may just waste more time of my life. I step off from my perch on a rock.. which is jutting out of the ground like a sinking ship. I set off on my journey. This was one of the most memorable days of my life. Why am I living it again? Why is it that it’s all that I can think of right now? Maybe it’s just not right how I’m dying. Should I be out there right now? Instead of dreaming.. should I be putting up a fight? Or has It all left me? If I did fight this.. I’d only die a week or so later. I try to get into a comfortable position. My body starts going numb. I think of what I’ve done throughout my life. Who I am. All my accomplishments and failures. I don’t know if I’m supposed to go out like this.. but it feels right. I close my eyes.. and start to drift off. This is the end. A summary of what this describes is: It pretty much shows that Arawata Bill was a curious man. Also.. he was very confident that he would find gold and live off of it.. even though he knew that gold is hard to come by. Thanks - Tom