Darkness comes with the coming of the night.
But why is it that our minds, as little children tucked safely into bed, conjures up images of a pair of gleaming, malicious eyes, crouched in the dark, not too far away; waiting to leap at us and tear us apart if we so much as take a breath too deep?
To comfort our racing heart, we tell ourselves that it is merely the work of an imaginative, tired mind.
But that wasn't the truth, was it?
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Pretty Thoughts, Pretty People
RandomBeing an overthinker, an endless barrage of random thoughts are just my thing. So, through 'Pretty thoughts, Pretty People' I'd like to share a couple of my thoughts on, well, absurdly random topics ranging from everyday life to the more intricate o...
