( manwithoutintegrity )
     sometimes all liesel felt like was a late-night stroll---      it cleared her mind & FORCED her hands to stop writing,      just for half an hour or so. she found that her words flowed      far better in the later hours, yet when her hands couldn’t      move as fast as her thoughts she became FRUSTRATED.      & that was when she needed a break. an unfamiliar sight, a      man with what looked like a TELESCOPE aimed at the      heavens above broke the familiar wave of green lawn, & her      curiosity was piqued. liesel wandered quietly over, her bare      feet making no sounds on the dew-dropped coated grass.           ‘ see any UFO’S? or a shooting star? ’
