sketchpuppy

Everything seems so easier When you can hide behind a mask A cryptic little message To keep hidden in the dark But every mask soon breaks The truth is soon reveled And when your in the light There is no hidden shield But still I try to hide My truth behind my lies A futile attempt to keep These feelings deep inside

A writer sat at hie desk, pencil in his hand, deep in thought. He leant back on his chair and began to rock back and forth absent-mindedly, still lost within his own thoughts. CRASH. The leg of the chair gave way, leaving the writer sprawled over it on the wooden floor, his head bleeding where it had hit the ground. The room around him began to fade away, leaving nothing but black emptiness. He had the strange sensation of floating weightlessly through space. Then his feet hit solid ground, and a new scene began to bloom around him. He gazed upon the magnificent world that had appeared before his eyes, amazement and wonder flooding his min