Run.

She ran. From what? She had no clue. To where? Her mind was blank. Yet she urged her feet, over and over, to move. Faster. Faster. Faster. She knew if she stopped, she'd get caught. She'd lag behind. And so she went on. She ran forward. Or maybe it was backward. Her heart pumped blood as quick as it could. Her surroundings werent changing, as everything was white. There was no end to this race, no beginning. Yet she ran.

Play of Light.

another.
still pros. :))))

It caught his eye, the dancing of colors on the dashboard; the play of light on the dusty windshield. He unconsciously lifted his hand, resting it where the rainbow prism landed. He found himself watching the colors slide through his fingers as he turned his hand this way and that. Without thinking, he closed his hand. Staring at his fist, he awoke. Had he just tried to catch the rainbow? For a moment there, his heart had dropped to his stomach as his fingers merely passed through the colors, unable to grasp them. He smiled to himself and shook his head.

Squinting.

i've been trying to write poems.
but everything comes out in pros.
HAHA.

She stared at the sky, barely able to open her eyes. Squinting. Blinking. The sun was peeking through the clouds. Just a tiny bit. Squeezing it's blinding rays through the white puffs. Slowly, she opened her eyes more. The light was weakening. No longer squinting to gaze. The clouds moved, creeped towards the light. The rays thined. Lessened. Soon, she was staring at the clouds. Her eyes wide open.