I spun around until I was too dizzy to see or move, then I plopped down onto the underbrush of the forest. Looking up all you could see was trees.
This was my home away from home. My sanctuary. Any time I need to get away from it all, or when I just want to relax, I run into the woods behind my house. There, it feels like everything is clear. No drama, no pressure to be something I’m not, no annoying pleas to do chores. It was my safe haven.
If ever a place close to heaven, I would say this was just down the road.
Inspired by
all around me by 于/Yu 回/Hui
About the author
Armour Vivant
the great [[ha.]] midwest.
I like writing, but I’m much more of a reader. Anything that inspires me, basically. Stories of hardships. Favorites? Halocaust Biographies, Runaway Slave Novels, anything of the sort. Give me a good story and I will spend hours laying on my bed reading.
And me, I’m just a normal highschool girl living in an average town. I love to argue. I’d probably be a great debater. But I’m thinking comedian or traveling.
as i edit this at… 1 45 in the morning, ive decided to add 2 important things.number one being i have dreadful insomnia if im not to bed by a certain time, and the second being i am obsessed with gilmore girls.
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Well, I guess that’s all I have to say. Comments and Criticism? Go for it.
By the by, Armour Vivant means Living Love in French, in case you were wondering.
Published on June 19, 2007.
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Forest Sanctuary.
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