Chrissy: Stuff to expect...

Tomorrow I leave for girls camp

Here's what you can expect when I get back:

*Pictures from Vegas

*Pictures from mine and Jennies adventure to the Plein Air Art Festival

*Pictures from camp

* And a look at the T-Shirts I spent 20+ hours making.

For Now: Here's the prologue to a story I'm working on.

It was dark… dark for so long. The blackness engulfed my world and me. It wasn’t just my eyes that were blinded, but my emotions became clouded as it pressed with suffocating force upon me. I no longer knew what was up and what was down. And I no longer cared. So what if it was dark? I would just sit here until the night left.
But it never did. And I found that I couldn’t remember life with out darkness. What was light? What was morning? Did I ever know those things? Were they just myths, a story I had heard long ago? I had no other way of explaining the way the world around me was unchanged, so I carved it into my heart. There was no light.
Not long after my memory of light faded, my emotions became less and less tangible. A numb feeling coursed through my veins as the fear was lost in the unending gloom. Whatever feelings I did feel they were no longer mine, they were another’s, someone replaced ages ago. Seeing no need for even thinking about emotions I disregarded my love, my pain, and my anger as contents of legends.
As time wore on I no longer knew how to move, nor did I really mind that I had my ability to move, because I couldn’t see the point of moving. I became like an empty turtle shell, with out a soul to continue on with. So I just sat there patiently waiting for something I had forgotten.
It had never occurred to me that I was alone in my darkness, that life outside the mist continued. In fact the possibility of life beyond my own was absurd. What were people? What were animals, plants, cells, and viruses? Values disappeared, I had forgotten everything I had once been taught. My powers had been suppressed, but what was power? Surely I never had any.
And so as I had forgotten the world, the world, in return forgot me.

The End.