Whirlwinds of autumn breeze swirl the passed away leaves as I crunched them. The sun was golden like Honey Bunches Of Oats as it marinated in the purple sky. My hat flew away. Dirt went in my eye.
Fin.
About Me
- Gen
- Hella, California, United States
- Uncolored, tartans, 19 BBY, thinking, love, chemical imbalances, disorder, simplicity, greenology, space, a film.
No comments:
Post a Comment