Descriptive Writing
Sitting on the field with it's grass like needles, digging into, and imprinting our skin.
The warm evening breeze that blanket our faces, in a comforting veil.
Arms wraped around like a safety belt, keeping me close and safe.
Laughter and conversations only faintly audiable, through the daze of happiness and repose.
Dry dampness seeping into lungs that steal air from one another. A dauntless graze more familiar then my own reflection.
Sometimes I get in the mood to do some descriptive writing, it sure has been awhile.
The warm evening breeze that blanket our faces, in a comforting veil.
Arms wraped around like a safety belt, keeping me close and safe.
Laughter and conversations only faintly audiable, through the daze of happiness and repose.
Dry dampness seeping into lungs that steal air from one another. A dauntless graze more familiar then my own reflection.
Sometimes I get in the mood to do some descriptive writing, it sure has been awhile.