
"Once again, caught in the middle of the his parents screaming. The argument bursts into a debate of tyranny. He runs from the place he would never call home, to the forest in his back yard. Fighting the tears of aggravation and distress, he runs faster and faster towards his only comfort zone. Leaving the repetitive dispute behind him, he tours through the woods with no intention off stopping. He tries to fancy anything possible to rid the pain that lies behind his big swollen eyes. ..Without any alarm or any anticipation, a figure appears in front of him, a creature of sorts. The large figure didn't move."
Imagination?, Hallucination?, Was this a recurring Dream?, A Nightmare...? Where am I?
A little conceptual/"storytelling" practice of the Imagination... : )
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