Random Draft.

(Was flipping through my thought processes for young&W!LD and this short write up kind of jumped out at me. It is funny how there are some things you never truly forget. If I close my eyes, I can probably still feel the wood against my palms.)

His room has wooden floor boards.

I used to sit on the floor and just touch them. Feel the wood with both my hands. It always felt cool and comforting for me. So whenever I went up to his room when we met up, I always sat on the floor and never on the bed.

Apparently, wood represents strength and cleanliness.

I liked that.

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