Zosico12

Why does the sound of rain comfort me in a way love can't? Why does the sound of crying make me happy? Why does the sound of lighting  joy me with comforting thought of death in spire me? Why do the things that scare most people make me happy?... I don't understand it! I can't tell if I'm going insane or not. As I thought about this for a single moment I understood what was going on but then I thought some more. "I don't understand this do I?" I whispered to myself slightly laughing at my own thoughts.  Should I cry? What should I do? I want to understand what is going on, but this feeling is making me, making me… insane! I tried to hold in

Arms rap around me but I'm not fully conscious.  As I contribute a small glance blur fills the air and I fall into a deep depressed space. I wake up with police men surrounding and hovering my hospital bed. They confront me of a murder and ask if I had something to do with it!   I struggle to sit up about to answer their question when my eyes begin to get heavy and close. The last thing I remember are nurses rushing in and the sound of a never ending beep.  I open my eyes again to a large white space and no people, I am surrounded by art supplies. I randomly see myself in a corner painting a large picture of wild flowers.  The image changes o