It's a memory? OO, OOOO!! Lemme do one!
As I sit beside the fire place, watching the embers burn brightly in the dark room, I start to think how time changes people. How houses begin to rot, trees begin to naked themselves during the autumn for the winter, and how the winter seems to melt away to make room for the cool and rainy spring, and how the spring seems to wash away for the brighter embers of the summer sun and for letting trees resprout and grow anew. I watched people grow, I watched them die on the inside, cry, laugh, yell, punch, smile, frown and walk.
Then I wonder about so much other things...
RYUHAYABUSA5009
Hey its me ryu hows it goin this story really speaks to me
funneemonkee
It's not a story.. It's a memory, really.. I'm glad someone else thinks it's not annoying or anything