The open window drew me. The breeze from the night was some dark, hidden fairy tale. The stars were all there and luring me outside. It was that familiar feel of stories told in corners of the room with a secret light on. That window, it drew me outside to the world where the fairy tales existed. The whisper of the trees was finally calling me again.
when i read it at first i read bacon. and then for an instant I was like oh god, i want bacon. now i realized i had bacon in my breakfast so i don’t want bacon anymore.
The open window drew me. The breeze from the night was some dark, hidden fairy tale. The stars were all there and luring me outside. It was that familiar feel of stories told in corners of the room with a secret light on. That window, it drew me outside to the world where the fairy tales existed. The whisper of the trees was finally calling me again.
when i read it at first i read bacon. and then for an instant I was like oh god, i want bacon. now i realized i had bacon in my breakfast so i don’t want bacon anymore.
sorry, i dont know the meaning.^-^