Write DownI've thought about it now, and realizehow I should always carry a notebook withme. So when the birds sing outside my window, breaking the silence of mornin' I can record how much I dislike the birds.How when I skip through the well traced paths of the local, singing camp songs, I can record the scent of Mockingbird (the closest thing to it rather)How when the path to a clearing where a fort should be built, is covered in bones, and the transferance from creation to discovery occurs, it can be sketched with the mud both on the bones, and on myself.
Me thinks
Your eyes. So rainbowie. : u ;
My hair was bouncy and my eyes were rainbowie, you are correct darling~