

The Park: Man In The SnowI cant remember how I got here.The Park: Man In The Snow
The last thing I remember was the ruby colored stain on my hands. There was a sharp pain to the left side of my waist. I couldnt see who it was, or from which direction they came from, but all I knew was that it was intentional. The pain and loud base from the rave plagued my heightened senses, and the lights duplicated and left faint trails in my sight.
All I knew was that I had to get out of there. So I started walking. I shoved my way through the crowd and against the solid, metal exit door until it opened. I spilled to the wet concrete outside, but wasted no


The ParkThere are moments in intense situations where your mind slips and for forget about everything that is going on around you. Something distracts your eyes, your mind, and rather than focusing on the problem at hand you are find yourself admiring the most irrelevant things. Maybe the crisp white snow, or the single blade of grass thats sticking out from under it. The fog that escapes your chapped lips.The Park
It was his cheek, reddened from laying in the snow. I have no idea how long he had been lying there, or for what reason. I doubt people just get the idea to take naps in the park during winter. Then again people swim around free