mmmmmn mmn good
hello dears, i did some house keeping around my live journal. for....reasons which will go unmentioned. lol, i kept some entries, they're a bit sporadic ..but, yeah. , for one reason or another i'm back. YAY for that, yes? here's a homework assignment i had to turn in, regarding my summer. and seeing as how mine was...for lack of a better word hell i decided that i'd write about winter, perhaps that would make my situation clear to the teacher.
as i slump against the wall, my mind is constantly projecting an image of my appearance. small, crumpled and pathetic, feeling the rough touch of brick against my skin. slowly, too slowly to take notice of, the air begins to change and a cleansing breeze carries in the scent of ozone, moist, pure and perfect. which in turn, causes me to reflect upon my thoughts of heaven, which would be:
if there was a heaven, the wintery scent of ozone would constantly hang about like a decoration, or perhaps burnt leaves with a crisp, slightly stinging cool to it.
perhaps that is why i've always preferred the long cloudy winter seasons over a balmy summer drought. i watch people pass by, natives mingled with awkward tourists, distinguishing themselves by their apparent na
as i slump against the wall, my mind is constantly projecting an image of my appearance. small, crumpled and pathetic, feeling the rough touch of brick against my skin. slowly, too slowly to take notice of, the air begins to change and a cleansing breeze carries in the scent of ozone, moist, pure and perfect. which in turn, causes me to reflect upon my thoughts of heaven, which would be:
if there was a heaven, the wintery scent of ozone would constantly hang about like a decoration, or perhaps burnt leaves with a crisp, slightly stinging cool to it.
perhaps that is why i've always preferred the long cloudy winter seasons over a balmy summer drought. i watch people pass by, natives mingled with awkward tourists, distinguishing themselves by their apparent na