The Descriptions

Well it's 9:09. In a quiet home, beside the steady snore from a 36 year old man. The crickets are chirping, with the one toad or frog trying to join the massive sympathy. The house reeks of cigarette smoke and tea, and the faint smells of dog. The room the writer of this piece is in has white walls, and a few scattered posters revealing the interest of two polar opposite personalities. But sitting quietly in the confinement of their room writing this. Is a person who doesn't know what to do at this point of their life so they sit and describe everything they can think of. so they will name this collection of scattered descriptive peices. "The Descriptions"