papermarionette

I'm here to tell a story, of what was, or is, or will be. It isn't an ordinary tale of triumphs and woes, but rather a truth to the perception. It isn't meant to be a mind game, despite what it may seem. Each person will see it in a different light, and think in different colors. If you realize or if you don't, it'll be the same to everyone. Completely different. It was one of those rare frozen Kansas winters. The kind that make your face numb within a moment. The kind that pull the breath from your lungs. And the kind that drives some insane. Then again, perhaps it was just another winter, just another ordinary winter. And imagine that the