I'm 13, wannabe author, chatty, hyper, recently admitted to A&E because of it... ;D
They know when you're happy They know when you're sad They know when you're joyful Or just feeling mad They also know when you have carrots..
That was what my essay was about. We were in English and our teacher is as boring as spending time off to go to see a black&white in the cinema with your grandma.
The window is steamy with vapour. From the night before. I see one trailing down, slowly. Clear, Crystal, Pure. I draw some figures on this window. But there is no room for more.