asht0wn
Its the late season of fall and with it comes colors. Colors of trust ; mistrust, warmth, comfort. When is there going to be a early season of late bloomers. Late bloomers who want to be free of social awarness. Its killing them to know that in the late season of fall they will never be early enough to make it. You're LATE.
I'm not depressed just a bit sad. I'm not alone just a bit by myself. In this hall I recollect, I recollect all the memories that was stolen. Stolen In a crazy hike up a narrow hall. City hall .... Then I was in jail.
It's my heart that keeps running down this empty hall. She is looking for her mind to set her free from brokenness . Its not that she is broken she is just more neglected to the point of being on her own. It's hard to discover any thing besides loneliness in a empty hall like this but in the mist of it all it's still just a empty hall with a broken heart running and roaming down it.
Hall? I don't understand. Is what the German lady down the stairs said. I was trying to explain the meaning of hall to her but she still seems a bit angry to want to comprehend
Today In The hall I was running a mile then came upon a goose with orange fluffs yelling and quacking but I don't even think geese quack. But anyway the hall was very narrow and huge with dark shadows running on the walls. As I begin to run the goose begun to follow