|...I forgot to draw the strings...|
Falling LeavesFalling LeavesFalling Leaves by StellaStarfish
Autumn brings change. Summer turns to fall, green turns to brown, and suddenly every vacant building has been converted into a costume shop.
I sighed as I walked past the third "Spirit Halloween" store so far on my journey back to my house. I had just stopped at a food bank to pick up my weekly grocery allowance, which was completely contained in the four small plastic bags I carried in my hands.
An elderly woman hobbled next to me, heading towards the large gated woodland directly ahead of us. For her age, she appeared surprisingly spry and eager to get where she was going. When she got to the large gate, however, she halted, seemingly confused. Since I had to go through the area to get home I casually told her, "I got this," and punched my three five digit access code into the keypad, unlocking the large iron gate and allowing both myself and the woman to enter.
Once inside, I lost track of the old woman, but a young boy no older than seven years had snuck in right beh
I don't even know anymore...|
Current Residence: Omaha, NE
Favourite genre of music: Punk, Alternative, Rock, etc
Favourite style of art: any as long as it looks good!
Operating System: Mac
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: clam
Favourite cartoon character: Does Toon Link count?
Personal Quote: If at first you don't succeed, well maybe you just suck.