Unseeing Eyes But a Heart of Gold(open)
Mar 8, 2012 16:04:40 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy on Mar 8, 2012 16:04:40 GMT -5
Iggy Stevenson sat on an old wall feeling the way the wind felt. It still had a bit of a chill too it. It was just the slightest chill but it raised goosebumps on his sensitive skin. He could imagine what it would be like this time of year. The flowers in the gardens would begin to bud and bloom and the world would be awash in color. He missed seeing it. He missed seeing a lot of things.
He felt the roughness of the brick under his palms and he swung his feet feeling them brush lightly against the wall. His feelings were more sensitive now both physically and emotionally it seemed. He listened to the world around him and heard the chirps of the birds flying rapently around. Then he heard the scuff of feet against stone and jumped down and leant against the wall and tilted his head towards the sound.
"Come to find me?" Iggy asked his grey unseeing eyes wide with curiosity.
He felt the roughness of the brick under his palms and he swung his feet feeling them brush lightly against the wall. His feelings were more sensitive now both physically and emotionally it seemed. He listened to the world around him and heard the chirps of the birds flying rapently around. Then he heard the scuff of feet against stone and jumped down and leant against the wall and tilted his head towards the sound.
"Come to find me?" Iggy asked his grey unseeing eyes wide with curiosity.
