I'll give it a shot ( :
That night was a blur in my mind. Everything was a blur. I couldn’t even remember who I was. So I lay there, wherever I was, with my eyes shut, but awake. I felt fantastic though, like my body was so energized. I craved for something, but I didn’t know what. I opened my eyes, and the sunlight blinded me. I whipped myself forward and realized I was lying in snow, and felt perfectly fine in just jogging pants and a ripped t-shirt. I felt a nearby presence of someone unknown, and I threw my head around and witnessed some kids making an imperfect looking snowman with a carrot nose and human gloves and a hat. It confused me like I have never seen it before. I thought I had, but obviously not, if it was confusing me. I then felt a sharp pain on the left side of my neck and I immediately threw my hand over the stinging area. I felt my neck, it was wet, and I could feel holes that were going through my skin. I looked at my hand and gazed at the bright red liquid dripping off my hands. The blood sunk into the snow, and it gave off a strange, alluring aroma. I’ve never seen blood as such an appealing substance. Out of nowhere, a snowball hit my face, as kids almost six feet away from me apologized. I felt a strong irritation and calmed myself down, and continued to think about why my own blood is so fascinating to me, and why the snow matches my own skin tone and doesn’t make me seem cold.
After giving up my unanswerable thoughts I stood up and left the snowy area I happened to be in. I stopped after I realized I didn’t hear the familiar crunching noises that snow makes when you step on it. So I looked back and noticed I was leaving no footprints in the snow. I pondered that thought and stopped, continuing my walk home until I yet again considered another question.
Where was home?
Well, that took longer than I thought it would..
I'll give it a shot ( :
That night was a blur in my mind. Everything was a blur. I couldn’t even remember who I was. So I lay there, wherever I was, with my eyes shut, but awake. I felt fantastic though, like my body was so energized. I craved for something, but I didn’t know what. I opened my eyes, and the sunlight blinded me. I whipped myself forward and realized I was lying in snow, and felt perfectly fine in just jogging pants and a ripped t-shirt. I felt a nearby presence of someone unknown, and I threw my head around and witnessed some kids making an imperfect looking snowman with a carrot nose and human gloves and a hat. It confused me like I have never seen it before. I thought I had, but obviously not, if it was confusing me. I then felt a sharp pain on the left side of my neck and I immediately threw my hand over the stinging area. I felt my neck, it was wet, and I could feel holes that were going through my skin. I looked at my hand and gazed at the bright red liquid dripping off my hands. The blood sunk into the snow, and it gave off a strange, alluring aroma. I’ve never seen blood as such an appealing substance. Out of nowhere, a snowball hit my face, as kids almost six feet away from me apologized. I felt a strong irritation and calmed myself down, and continued to think about why my own blood is so fascinating to me, and why the snow matches my own skin tone and doesn’t make me seem cold.
After giving up my unanswerable thoughts I stood up and left the snowy area I happened to be in. I stopped after I realized I didn’t hear the familiar crunching noises that snow makes when you step on it. So I looked back and noticed I was leaving no footprints in the snow. I pondered that thought and stopped, continuing my walk home until I yet again considered another question.
Where was home?
Well, that took longer than I thought it would..