This constant tune persists.
As if it were an everlasting mist.
The chirps of lively birds.
The sound of human words.
Rustling of uncomfortable, restless trees. 63 more words
Well when I say from the beginning, I don’t mean literally from when I was born. Though we are all born someway or another, unless you want to split hairs because I wasn’t exactly born, I was cut out or in other words a c-section or if you want to be really picky a cesarean section. 680 more words