whenever i feel the need to write, i go to the one place where i can be safe. where all my secrets are hidden under the roots, and my burdens are held steady by two pieces of rope wrapped around a branch, and a flat piece of driftwood. a place where no-one can touch me. it happens to be a real place, yet as time is always limited i only visit there once a year. as the imagination has no limits, i can go there whenever i choose to. all i need is my tree, my swing and my notebook. oh, and a pen.
Friday 8 October 2010
sometimes good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together.
3 comments:
like in kerplunk. xD
but on the serious side, i know what you mean. it's like a friendship i once had.
*like*
we need a 'like' button on this thing ;')
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