The rain had finally stopped. Little crystal like raindrops clung to any surface they can, they gave the ground a new kind of shine despite the fact that it was not made to be fluorescent. The sky was a hazy purple with strands of pink threading itself into its clouds. The sun was confident now, showing off it's shining rays as it was made to set over the horizon. A dramatic death it had rehearsed every evening.
The world was breathing, and it was breathing heavily. And yet, there was no shaking, no quivering of the ground so many stood upon. The breathing was felt in the soaked leaves and the roots that have imbedded themselves in the soft ground. No matter how great the Earth's breath was it would always be subtle. Unless it sneezed.
And suddenly I'm out of ideas. Since I'm here I should probably apologize for the recent absence. I don't feel like pouring my heart out to the hundreds of strangers that have the potential to read this. Yeah, it's been rough but I'd prefer to keep that to myself and those close to me. Apart from that, I'm glad to be back. (even though I just realized my ex can see this) ANYWAYS, I'll be adding onto this book constatnly as a way to exersice my writing abilities. Who knows, maybe it'll help with writers block. With that being said I wish you all a good day. If you and I don't see eachother again the I wish you
