Post by Stella on Jul 6, 2006 15:42:08 GMT -5
A story that i feel like sharing. I made this up right now.
The wind controls me.
It tells me which path to follow.
It shows me to my home.
But why is it taking me here?
This place showed me death.
It showed me hurt.
I don't understand.
Why is the Wind doing this to me?
My heart aches.
My breathing is shallow.
I want to leave this place.
But I can't.
The Wind no longer blows.
By Stella (me)
I thought this up i my head and thought it would be cool it share. So what do you think?
The wind controls me.
It tells me which path to follow.
It shows me to my home.
But why is it taking me here?
This place showed me death.
It showed me hurt.
I don't understand.
Why is the Wind doing this to me?
My heart aches.
My breathing is shallow.
I want to leave this place.
But I can't.
The Wind no longer blows.
By Stella (me)
I thought this up i my head and thought it would be cool it share. So what do you think?