#36 Unravel
The sound of beating air.
Punch.
Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch.
I like the feel of jumping down from a tall height feeling the wind brush against my arms. At the tender age of 10, it mattered not whether I broke my leg. I was a rash young boy. Yet these few days seem to bring numerous deja vu. A lot of the old Khian Wui.
My parents say I was cute. :X
Whoooosh...
Windez -> Wind + Desire.
I desired to be free like the wind.
Punch.
Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch.
I like the feel of jumping down from a tall height feeling the wind brush against my arms. At the tender age of 10, it mattered not whether I broke my leg. I was a rash young boy. Yet these few days seem to bring numerous deja vu. A lot of the old Khian Wui.
My parents say I was cute. :X
Whoooosh...
Windez -> Wind + Desire.
I desired to be free like the wind.
posted by Windez at 6:20 AM
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