I have no clue why I wrote this. Oh yea, I was told to do this in a dream I
had last night. Soooo, I don't care if you read this, flame me, praise me,
I couldn't care less, in fact I'll probably never even read this again.
I walked solemnly down the muddy path. The hood of my green shirt was down and cold rain spattered my neck and face. My feet were cold and wet from trudging through the puddles, but I didn't really care. My gaze never lifted from the ground, I was scared to look up. Not the kind of scared that comes when I feel the heat of a cruel ruthless beasts breath on my face, this was a fear of returning to reality. The cold, lifeless rain dripped from my dark hair, mingling with the tears on my face. I was shaken from my state of depressed, non-being by a hand. He. . . he was trying to comfort me. . . I looked up at his face, a single tear falling from my eye, meeting his hand. . .
There, I'm done. I don't care what anyone thinks of this. I wrote it in a state of insomnia induced depression, and you probably have no clue what it means, but I do!!!
I walked solemnly down the muddy path. The hood of my green shirt was down and cold rain spattered my neck and face. My feet were cold and wet from trudging through the puddles, but I didn't really care. My gaze never lifted from the ground, I was scared to look up. Not the kind of scared that comes when I feel the heat of a cruel ruthless beasts breath on my face, this was a fear of returning to reality. The cold, lifeless rain dripped from my dark hair, mingling with the tears on my face. I was shaken from my state of depressed, non-being by a hand. He. . . he was trying to comfort me. . . I looked up at his face, a single tear falling from my eye, meeting his hand. . .
There, I'm done. I don't care what anyone thinks of this. I wrote it in a state of insomnia induced depression, and you probably have no clue what it means, but I do!!!