Friday, 26 June 2015

Random Friday Writing

Flash back AH. 
The snow on a cold damp day froze into the ground. My imagination thought of icing powder and white fluff balls of heir from a polar bear stuck to a sick or an ice block. A gate of trees stuck wright in front of me as I gazed of to sleep. The orange mango colored sun was shinning straight through and for my sense of imagination I thought it wasn't true cause your imagination isn't necessarily true.

The sun wen't straight past the trees and into my brain formed a ladder and I zoomed of to the clouds of winter were my imagination had to end.
WAKE UP...


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