diamondback1225

Two individuals stand at a crossroads. One infatuated with art and The beauty of the natural world. The other, intrigued deeply by mathematics and The seduction of the written word. Both alike, yet different. One pure, one abominable. Their hands are intertwined tightly with one another’s, But their individual destinies resides at the end of the own road. They must part, but refuse to do so For a time. Until an argument breaks out. Hands separate, their relationship severed. The truth comes out and the Abominable one’s inner maggots revealed. The one of purity feels anger take over, They lash out, feeling brokenness within them

   I tried to run, but nothing ever seemed to change. Every time I got up and moved the walls just became smaller...   Black was the only color I saw, since the walls around me where composed of it. Now and again flashes of blinding light would invade my retinas, which only allowed me a momentary glimpse of the world.   What is the world like outside?' I thought to myself every single day, after I was tired from trying to run, 'What does it look like? It is the same way here? Can I go anywhere?' But, unfortunately, I would only end up being forced to go to sleep every single time the thought sneaked into my subconscious.   Until, one da