Endless sky - short story by Black-cat-lover, literature
Literature
Endless sky - short story
We sat on that hill, staring into the endless blue. That day he told me,
"You know, there are two kinds of people. The kind that run from what they dont know, and the ones that blindly follow it."
a pause.
"I'm the kind that blindly follow the sky."
Yeah, Spring Break ends too fast, man! I've been good. I should draw more, haha! I don't actually draw Sonic art anymore, though. More SRS BSNS art. And I sew stuff.