i shelter here only the lightest and the darkest sides of my imagination.
well that's not entirely true. the grays are contained in my literature boxes
Winter of FearsIt was raining all night last night. It was raining so hard, I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Can’t remember why or at what point I began to run. I just put on my running shoes and away we went into the pitch-black night.Winter of Fears by ~puzzledpixel
I ran and ran even though it was very cold and I was shivering to my skeleton. Finally, I tripped on a rock. I realized then how tired I was, so I hid under the rock. I got bored of that after a while. That was when I got the idea of banging my head against the rock! I did that repeatedly, I banged and banged my bloody head against the bloody rock ‘til my head swelled up like a damn watermelon.
The rock said, “What’s the matter with you?” I replied by bleeding.
“In the future, you will look back on this night and you will be amazed that you even felt like this.” I continued to bang my head against the rock. I thought the rock had gone mad!
“On the brightest night of your life, you will recall tonight and laugh.