Maybegayidk Stories

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. 😉

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.