The entire point, I thought, was i didn't want to be forgotten.
The trees shivered under my touch and the clouds started the long ride down the mountain. I turned around and looked directly at the sun, breathing in the warm scent.
What if i never see this again?
What if she never wakes up?
What if i am forgotten?
Inspiration.
I just think trees are amazing.
In a Treebole.
- AriesLove
- Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
- I haven't written here for about two years, but i've started writing again and slamming. Here's where i'll be dumping all my writing. Cheers!
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