part 1I was running.part 1
trough the trees. Run, run. one step, step, step, step.
The ground under my feets made with every step a dirty, wet sound.
It just didnt belonged here - in the quiet forest.
I couldn´t hear him - but i knew, he was there . The one i was running away from. Icould hear the drops falling from the trees. I could hear some little animals run away from my steps.
but i couldnt hear him.
Suddendly i stopped. Something was wrong.
Fog appeared. The fog moved, in ways i couldn´t understand. Was playi
--
...Yeah, I'm awesome that way...
Not a fan of Hannah Montana or His Dark Materials? Too bad...I'd make much more sense if you were!
--
I'm Busy, your ugly, have a nice day!
Previous PageNext Page