Posted January 16th, 2013 at 8:18 PM bydroomph (Grovyle's Little Diary)
As I sit alongside the river, the wind hits my face gently, like a mother brushing something off of her baby's face. As should be expected of a mom, anyways. She provides food, water, and a place to live for her family, and fends off the bad things that lie ahead.
What is the "bad" thing, anyways? Is it like when I fall, and the feeling that comes from my leg after I fall? Is that what it's like?
Or perhaps, it's like when I do something that doesn't go with...