Status: Update every day seems harder than i thought. dam you life. Still planning on it being very active though.
The Diary of a Lost Soul.
WASHING
It felt like a perfect day for washing as I lay in the backyard smiling up at the flawless crystal blue sky. The westerly winter wind beckoned me to move however the push of the sun's warm rays kept me grounded. Another few moments drifted past before I decided to move. I walked drearily to my room from there I followed my nose and collected all of my dirty laundry. I continued my slumped walk towards the washing machine and that's when I saw it. Her clothes dancing around the clothes line pole. Each gust creating a new move. I dropped my clothes without noticing as I watched them move. The sight of her granny cardigan made me chuckle, she was far to young in age to wear such a thing, yet it suited her well. She had a way of looking after me, making sure I was a presentable human being when in fact I may as well belong on a farm. I needed her back and soon, soon before my mind took over. I was drawn out of the house by the sight and lay watch as the ghostly figures danced joyfully above me.