A little boy - Emil Alves Andreasson
A little boy - Emil Alves Andreasson
a little boy was lost in the woods, the only thing he had to enjoy was his fantacy. he had friends but he mostley spent time on his own.
in his own.
this boy had his own world you see, where he clould do what ever he wanted, things where different there. he wasn't a little boy there, he was a weird figure. not a grown-up, not a child. he was something in between. he had schoose that were at least five sizes to big. and a suit worn down to the bone with paches of fabric stiched to it so that it chould cover up all the holes. the clothes where sometimes orange, sometimes blue and with all kinds of different patterns. they changed depending on the mood of the charecter or surrounding. if he was lost in the forrest or sneeking up on some badguys it whould turn green. moss, bark and mushroomes whould grow out on his back. and the coat that had pockets with no end. any thing he whould need was there. and there was allways candy and metall pipes sticking out everywhere, he had horoskopes, morrors, swords, bow and arrows, napkins that chould tell what weather it was going to be depending on its color. he had different powders he chould trow on things and stuff would happen like taking him to other places, at least five clocks on each arm,
he had a large birthmark between his eyes to. i still have it today but you can't see it as well and it was bigger on him. he chould hipnotize people by making the birthmark in to a black and white twirl, going round and round.
i do not remember when he died.
in his own.
this boy had his own world you see, where he clould do what ever he wanted, things where different there. he wasn't a little boy there, he was a weird figure. not a grown-up, not a child. he was something in between. he had schoose that were at least five sizes to big. and a suit worn down to the bone with paches of fabric stiched to it so that it chould cover up all the holes. the clothes where sometimes orange, sometimes blue and with all kinds of different patterns. they changed depending on the mood of the charecter or surrounding. if he was lost in the forrest or sneeking up on some badguys it whould turn green. moss, bark and mushroomes whould grow out on his back. and the coat that had pockets with no end. any thing he whould need was there. and there was allways candy and metall pipes sticking out everywhere, he had horoskopes, morrors, swords, bow and arrows, napkins that chould tell what weather it was going to be depending on its color. he had different powders he chould trow on things and stuff would happen like taking him to other places, at least five clocks on each arm,
he had a large birthmark between his eyes to. i still have it today but you can't see it as well and it was bigger on him. he chould hipnotize people by making the birthmark in to a black and white twirl, going round and round.
i do not remember when he died.
dont remember why.
how ever i often walk in the same school yard where i whould play at that age.
:
but i don't recognize it.
the trees are not giant and pink, the bushes are small and does not fit a dinosaures. the srange think noises are not there. and the forrest is just a cuople of treese and bushes
:
but i don't recognize it.
the trees are not giant and pink, the bushes are small and does not fit a dinosaures. the srange think noises are not there. and the forrest is just a cuople of treese and bushes
my old friend is not there.
today i am still that little boy,
but i don't get lost in the forrest so easily anymore.
A little boy - Emil Alves Andreasson
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