They lay looking at the sky, the dark clouds swirled above colapsing in upon themselfs in a seemingly endless dance. there was a strange sort of peace here, laying in the grass looking up. A great storms a brewin' my grandpa would say, Thats why there is an erie lack of sound; the birds have stopped chirping, the dogs have stopped barking, everything lay in an uncomfortable antisipation of the coming storm.
These are the moments I love.
The moments where everything is still, when eveyone knows something is about to happen but a verdict has not yet been reached. The moments where anything can happen yet nothing happens.
The moments I can relax.
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Idk stuff
Historia Cortayup I'm not sure yet just.....stuff It's kind of becoming snipets of it were of stories. this is more of a way of me to practice writing than anything else... It could have intresting stuff in it (other than spelling errors) only one way to find out...
