Maybegayidk Stories

I'm awful at writing descriptions, so you'll have to read the book. Sorry. To any of my real life friends: I will stab you if you mention this at school.

The tree's green gloves seem to glow under the setting sun. My surroundings have always been very mashed together fuzzier than the moss i sit on. As my back soaks up heat underneath my little tree I start to think of how you came into my life, and made everything clear.

No explanation needed. 😉