SheenaUrbi

I sit waiting for you waiting,and waiting where are you, i wonder what keeps you i wait and i worry in the earily morning light i wonder when is the last time you've been up waiting and worring for someone i dont keep you up waiting, im logical, most of the time. at least im not out late at night the world is sleeping i wuld be to but im worried about you call me worrier call me paroid but after the stories i hear how can you expect me not to worry? i worry because i care but sometimes you drive me crazy! and i wonder what shall i do about you but i sort my thoughts and find there isnt much i can do that i havent already

I stepped out my door and the air was alive I could smell the soft rain though it had not yet fallen the wind was a gentle breath the sky, that painter's canvis, was an indisciblible shade of soft pink that i had never seen I looked at our tiny tiny stream and felt it could lead to a buyou I looked at the soft sky and nearly believed I could reach up and touch it and it would be soft as a dream but as tangilible as a pillow so was the world  that evening I went out.

I'll get my own illastaions later if I can.   And maybe I'll even post something else.  But I honestly dont know.  All the Illastaions I made, I dont have any more. Im not certain I can get them back. As for writing, it's not hard, just takes abit of time. And I suspect Im abit lazy, where typing is concerned.  But it doesnt seem like either one really matters. Ah, well I have other things to do.