To Be Titled <h4> result(s) for <strong></strong>:</h4>  <div class="post text"> <div class="metaData line"> <div class="unit dateAndNotes"> <a href="http://tobetitled.tumblr.com/post/3213987996/my-eyes-stung-intensely-they-felt-like-a-thousand">February 10, 2011</a> </div> <div class="unit lastUnit tags"> </div> </div> <div class="content"> <p><span><span>My eyes stung intensely. They felt like a thousand needles were stabbing them. Ask me how it happened and I could not tell you how. I do not know if it was shock from the icy water, or if some other force was blocking my memory until that point. All I know is that I was standing on a frozen lake and that I had fallen through. Naturally, I was not prepared. In situations such as those, it is humanly impossible to think clearly. My mind was going a million miles an hour, in a million different directions. So many questions I’d never answered, so many things I’d meant but never said. I’ve never been in a situation where my life was endangered, and I’d never have known it would be so frightening. I blacked out. I saw visions of my past, and even possibly visions of my future. Attempting to determine the difference between the two was futile at this point, and I did not try. I saw my mother’s face first. Warm and gentle, cradling me. I saw our old house, the one with the red door. My mind flashed back memories from my whole life, things I had forgotten. Then suddenly I saw a man. I saw his shadow above the ice, with me drowning beneath him. I gasped, and choked in as a last attempt to stay alive. Much to my surprise, I took a breath underwater. I blew out again, and watched a million tiny bubbles dance their way to the surface. As I followed them with my eyes, I watched as the shadow reached out his hand to me, and as he did, I reached out too. For the split second I held his hand, I was in total confusion and abyss. In one single motion, he pulled me through the ice. Caught in my dizziness, I grabbed my head and fell to the ground, on my side. I was unable to properly function. When it wore off, I opened my eyes to find myself completely and utterly alone. </span></span></p> </div> <div class="notesWrap"><div class="notes"></div></div>  </div>  </div> <div class="foot"> <div class="postNav line"> <div class="unit previous"><a href="http://tobetitled.tumblr.com/post/3213983485">Previous post</a> </div> <div class="unit pageNum"> </div> <div class="unit next lastUnit"> <a href="http://tobetitled.tumblr.com/post/3213992285">Next post</a></div> </div> <div class="pageLinks"> <p> <a href="/archive">Archive</a> <a href="http://tobetitled.tumblr.com/rss">RSS</a> <a href="/mobile">Mobile</a> </p> <p class="credit"> <a href="http://centennialtheme.tumblr.com">Centennial Theme</a> by <a href="http://eachandevery.info">Each & Every</a>. Powered by <a href="http://www.tumblr.com">Tumblr</a>. </p> </div> </div> </div> <iframe src="http://assets.tumblr.com/iframe.html?10&src=http%3A%2F%2Ftobetitled.tumblr.com%2Fpost%2F3213987996%2Fmy-eyes-stung-intensely-they-felt-like-a-thousand&pid=3213987996&rk=uLScfcBN&lang=en_US&name=tobetitled" scrolling="no" width="330" height="25" frameborder="0" style="position:absolute; z-index:1337; top:0px; right:0px; border:0px; background-color:transparent; overflow:hidden;" id="tumblr_controls"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">_qoptions={qacct:"p-19UtqE8ngoZbM"};</script><script type="text/javascript" src="http://edge.quantserve.com/quant.js"></script><noscript><img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-19UtqE8ngoZbM.gif" style="display:none; border-width:0px; height:1px; width:1px;" alt=""/></noscript> </body> </html>