I Am In Touch With My Inner Ear

Personal Stories, Advice, and Support

    I recall the sweetest memories down at Bridge

    St pond Tall grasses swaying and the soft winds whispering tenderly, sweet nothings into my inner ear Ocular and I lying on our backs, seeing patterns in the clouds And when we got bored, Cochlea and I would play on the swings for the simple joy of hearing the air whoosh past
    tearaway tearaway
    22-25, F
    Jan 12, 2014
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