[Closed; Self Para] He did not know what he had done wrong in another life, but it seemed to plague him here and now. It was late and Poncho was fast asleep as he looked out his window at the snowy scene and all he wanted to do was cry. At other another time, he would happy and joyful, but in the last couple of days; the mere hours he spent awake haunted him with thoughts that he wished he would never have to think. They were deeply disturbing and hurtful. It was as if his mind was trying to break him down into nothing and make him view himself as someone else...The sad thing was is that it was working. As each minute wore on, he grew more and more depressed. He drew into himself and the thoughts flowed through his empty mind, filling him to the brim with ridicule, pain, and suffering. It was at times like these that he wished he could run into someones arms and simply cry about it, but everyone seemed to view him as a kind and gentle master, they did not know that he harbored these feelings under his smile...and he doubted that they ever would.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 08:22:39 +0000
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