Breeze

'Wind has always been our great friend our entire lives, it relates to all our emotions; happiness, sadness, rage, hatred, and love. The breeze showcases the emotions very well.

Not just the emotional perspective but the blowing of breeze may be romanticising to alot of sweet people among us'.....*meow* she stopped her pen and look at the cat in her feet, who was looking at her with doe eyes. She knew exactly what she wanted, petting her cat she stood up from her study table and walked towards a room that seemed more or less like a kitchen.

Grabbing the bag of cat food she returned and gave the cat her favorite snacks that it was meowing for. The cat purr as she cat the snacks making her giggle, soft Tanny cheeks with pretty doe eyes, and small face with attractive features she herself seemed like a cute little kitten.

Feeding her cat she placed the bag back at the shelf as she was an average heightened girl, she had her house arranged according to her. A small bedroom with attached study room and rest room, with a small balcony or she called it a ventilation system. With a small kitchen and a lounge, but pretty much her art studio.

She had her house pretty aligned and organized, for a girl like her the house was completely a different vibe or may be she gave off different vibes to different people.

'Even villains seem to catch some soft feeling towards the breezes that flow, as their whole gangster vibe it hyped up when a cold fast breeze hit them and their clothes. Wind just not a mechanism to the world it's a whole debate, a whole topic for philosophers to write philosophy.....'

Closing the dairy, she placed her pen back in the holder and walked of to her bed, flopping on it like she had spend her day forming an science equation, but it's more or less the same.. accepting the philosophy of what philosophers also ignored. She turned to her side table turning the lights off, and letting the moonlight strike from window to her eyes, brightening her mind with more thoughts and words to pour out, She had a huge mind to such topics, she had love for her work but more for herself, writing down anything she observed was her superpower and she knew exactly how to train her, she grew faster then time. She might be the right one to fight the rest..... that's what we all put the creativity to, but she has different plans to grow more.

Tying her long black hairs in a bun while laying, she tossed to another side remembering she's still left with the night routine making her growl in tiny. Soon she walked out of the bathroom all freshened up to lay down again. She tossed her side still she drifted to her dream land where she can held herself doing anything crazy, the happiness she grabs is alot.

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