Pet

It was daylight when you woke up in Your ditch. You looked up at Your sky. That, that made Blue be your color. You had your knife there with you, too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on Your grass. So now your color was Green. Oh, Lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this? You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of Your ditch onto Your gravel road. You began to walk, waiting for...

As if his prayers were answered, Dmitry had yet again awoken from another black out, but this time outside the manor's gates. He glanced up at the large V imprinted on the iron gates. The house beyond it looked pleasant, cheery even. It just represented himself. Without another look back, Dmitry ran off from the place he stood, running away from the monsters, away from what he called home..
    The nearest town welcomed him. It saw him as an usual visitor. He was usually left alone, found in any pub there was. Dmitry was now sitting at the darker end of the bar, drinking...

    Happiness is only a camouflage for what resembles insanity...madness.. His reasoning was good. It was true and anyone else who would take the time to ask, to understand, would do the same. Faking something is better than to show what feelings are true.. for those truthful feelings may just harm those close, those around...

    Dmitry sat there... in total darkness... Something he once feared he now embraces. He sat there at a small dark wooden desk with a knife, carving things into it. The carvings were pictures, pictures that represented his feelings....