“Fucking shadows… my most consistent imaginary friends. Writing extensively about a forgotten night spent on a rock in the woods was a reminder of the first time I saw the shadows come creeping to life. To this day, when I'm nervous, lost, and alone, I can still see them slide across the walls and floors in unnatural motion.”
“Fucking shadows… my most consistent imaginary friends. Writing extensively about a forgotten night spent on a rock in the woods was a reminder of the first time I saw the shadows come creeping to life. To this day, when I'm nervous, lost, and alone, I can still see them slide across the walls and floors in unnatural motion.”