I feel my lungs caving in, the muscles in my legs coming to a shuddering halt. Sobbing uncontrollably, struggling to breathe, I collapse into a heap on the wet ground. It's useless. It's completely hopeless. There's no point running anymore. There's never been any point. Because no matter how fast I run, no matter how...
Reality is relative. The sky is blue. Most would agree this is true; they need only to look up to prove it to themselves. Take a pleasant evening walk, though, and you will watch your blue sky turn to colors of blazing flame or purple majesty. Your reality has just reshaped itself. If someone now asked you the same qu...