- I sat down on an ice cold eyeball at the eyeball park, across the street from Vet Tech Institute. Watching the water splash over the rows of rocks from the waterfall. The water smelled like chlorine up until the busses came through, and made its smell like exhaust. The leaves from the trees floated around the fountains base. Splashes from the falling water droplets made it feel like it was raining in the forest. The droplets pushed the yellow leaves to the edge into the drain of the fountain. More and more little yellow leaves fell from their homes in tree, and landed beside the fountain on the ground. After; awhile, still sitting on the eyeball it took all the troubles and stress away. It was like I was in the mountains siting by a tiny stream as tiny green frogs jumped across. The rock would be the eyeball I am sitting on; still cold, at least till it got warmer from my body heat.
- by darkangelsweet1 |
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- | Submitted on 11/06/2008 |
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- Title: Eyeball Park
- Artist: darkangelsweet1
- Description: its something i had to write for college english class on descriptive writing so we went to the park to get ideas
- Date: 11/06/2008
- Tags: eyeball park
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