Literature
Remembering What Was Never Forgotten.
“Why so glum chum?” A familiar voice asked. Turning, I see the familiar back length
purple hair, pink floral designed yukatana, and red sheath which held a jian
of my friend Rose.
“Oh, it's just you Rose... I just- I have a lot on my mind...” I reply, looking
back down at the grass.
“Oh? Anything I can try and help with?” She asked.
“Have you- nevermind...” I start
“Hey, it takes more energy to remain silent, than it does to speak ones' mind. So
how about you save yourself some energy? You look like you're about to collapse.”
Taking the gourd from