The colors of Snow The light of the morning sun intrudes upon my refuge. Sleeping, my skin had casted off the colors of the snow and, now, bathed in white, I recoil from the approaching layer which has descended upon me; into the greyest corner that is known to me.The colors of Snow by ~LoBeIsCoWaHiNH
As time passes, so does the light through the slats, marking off each minute of my mindless seclusion and beckoning my break from reality. I sit, thinking nothing, on my knees, lost in the white. There is no sound to accompany me.
The light has moved by thirty degrees, a ticking infringes just beyond my age of hearing. With each passing minute, it comes closer to reality. Frightened, I take to