the smell of bleeding grass

well, its raining. it rained yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. it smells like freshly mown grass, or a sunstorm. and i love that smell. a few nights ago, my mum had a council meeting. i had to go, and do you know how i spent my time? i waltzed around outside, in the rain, for 3 hours. that smell shall never tire me. i promise, if i were to smell one thing and only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be the smell of bleeding grass. the beautiful uncut hair of graves. (whitman quote, from song of myself. i adore that line.) and the hair of graves smelt of rain, and peace, and petals fluttering in the scented breeze. i like that line. i must use it again. i just copied it into word, where it rests above my W.I.P. to-be. yes, what i have cannot even be considered a work in progress yet. i do have a good, solid character, though. i like her. she is shy-er than me, and motherly, and she is fearful of the people swirling in her midst. she is also agoraphobic. look it up. this girls name is Alina, which is a dutch name meaning alone. it suits her very well. she also has two friends so far, isaac and aidan. isaac is friend by default, and aidan is a little boy who she was charged with taking care of. kinda. she kidnapped aidan, because he would have had to endure a horrid circumstance that would further traumatize him. she and isaac took him together, and they rented an apartment together to care for him. isaac helps alina lessen her fears, and they unite to protect aidan. dont steal my story. please. i just turned brief details about one partially developed character into the second half of my plot. the first is where alina discovers her friend by default. and this is where i end, bloggies. i appreciate your reading, even though there is no one to read my writings. yet. i will get published. i will share my works with the world. but, for now, i am content to let my ambitions slide by the way side as i write the story you are destined to read. ttfn.