|The only drawing I am actually proud of so far|
LeoCold.Leo by ~EllaMinnoP
Cold, cold, so very cold. My fingers feel like long slender rocks attached to the ends of my hands, which are nothing more than larger fragments attached to my arms. To be honest my entire body has been turned to stone. My arms and legs are like the petrified tree branch that papa used to use as a walking stick. Cold really isn’t a strong enough word. If I were to move much faster than the steady trudge we have been keeping at, I would probably shatter to a million pieces. I just want to get out of this God forsaken cold. I just want to stop walking.
We have been walking like this for more hours than I have fingers. At least that’s what it feels like; there is no way of telling time out here. You can’t tell by when they feed us or by when they let us rest, both are few and infrequent. You can’t even tell by the position of the sun in the sky. The old murky light that filters weakly through the trees bathes everything in grey. Whether it is daybreak or day&