typed while listening to: (Orca Vibes- Alamo)
Take a look around. The chatter of children at play in the streets fills your ears, and the summer heat weighs down on you like a bag of rocks situated on your shoulders. Houses the colors of the rainbow line the streets, misshapen roofs and worn-in clothes hanging from thin cords between the buildings. You stand there for a moment, admiring the homely aura of the area, before running from the scalding pavement to the cool, grassy lawn of your new home.
YOU ARE READING
--short stories and vents--
Randomsometimes when I listen to music I'll get into the mood of the music and I have to write to get myself out of that mood. other times I am already feeling blue and need an escape so I write my feelings away. this is the product of that~
