I don't think I'll ever get over how extremely beautiful my town is, especially in the morning.
The dew still stuck on the grass glitters in the light of the slowly rising sun, and the whole world shimmers slightly in orange. The birds are chirping from up above, they are the only thing I can hear besides the sound of my feet against the gravel. I pass house after house and walk roads up and down.
I am completely alone in this town. Everyone else is some other place, where ever their… Continue
Posted on August 5, 2009 at 9:53pm — 3 Comments