I walked down the familiar path towards the park of my childhood. The cold air billowed around my face. My fingers felt on that painful verge of numb as I untucked my hair from behind my ears to try and add some protection to my ears. I sniffed as I crossed the barrier between the suburban rows of houses and the false pretense of the wild and the trees swallow up my person, all of who I was before, all of who I will become, turned green with the leaves of trees, turned red with the flowers of plants all around. No one will find the girl who once lived in a suburban home, they will find remnants of the girl who once lived but turned to nature once again.
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Free-Writes of Imagination
RandomI've been getting back into writing slowly, and sadly none of the story files I have on my computer have been interesting the past couple of days. So, I've been doing some free-writes to try and get back into it. These are just whatever I am feeling...
