My First Memory

[spite_the_world]

I remember the premature amble down the vibrant red brick path in the dark, fertile garden, just three years old. There's familiarity in that scent of moist, fresh soil. As I stroll upon awkward legs in cycling, unsteady motion, I come to a halt before a flower. It intrigues me. I do not know the sent of a rose. I am not acquainted with the pattern

Comments

[blockheadhero]

i know i already told you but i'll put it on your lj

you are one hell of a writer!

[spite_the_world]

Aw, shucks. *Blushes*

[drearydaydream]

what purdy ways to put this one time you got bit by a spider

[spite_the_world]

Ha ha ha ha ha, thank you. <3