Whispering in Color

If you dare to go far enough, you might just get lucky and capture a moment as intimate as this one. Embedded within the forest of consciousness, imagine an instant of unadulterated acceptance between her and him. A woman and her monster. How did we get here? He has been…

It was cold, but he couldn’t go home, not with this beast trailing his shadow. What was he going to say? This thing would not stop following him. He kept circling around the block, and it was already half past 7. She must have known something was wrong. Why didn’t…

He had spent the night chasing after an elusive sensation, running through the alleys of the city until he didn’t recognize them anymore. That was the goal. To get lost in the place he called home and surrender to the night. To run past the point of no return and…

This wasn’t what she’d normally wear. Today, she wanted to step outside and do something different. To show a side of herself she had ignored for far too long. The beast, once a formidable presence, now adorned her as the most audacious outfit she’d ever worn. Its form matched her…

He was the most obnoxious being you could imagine. On most days, she hated him, and for good reason. The endless chatter, that high-pitched, cranky voice, those beady eyes, and these weird, human hands that looked like gloves. This guy was a parasite. Take, for instance, last Tuesday. She woke…

I can assure you, this was not as easy as it looks. You can see it on his face, he does not want to be here, but that was the point. To do something together, to set an example. To bring her darkness to the light. An image says more…