The Colours are Changing by MrTiddleywinks, literature
Literature
The Colours are Changing
The colours are changing now.
Its funny, it always seems to sneaks up on me. Winter I mean.
I feel as if I have just started to enjoy the wonderful breezes of fall when the frigid hands of winter touch my skin. I am not sure if I really enjoy winter all that much, I know I did as a kid. But now I just get cold restless and depressed. They tell me its something called Seasonal depression, I guess the lack of sunlight makes my brains chemistry go off weird. So why didn’t it do this when I was younger? I hate as how I get older, things become less fluffy.
Not fluffy like a dog, but you know more like a cloud, something that you can’