Inhabitants Of The Mind...

what inhibit the mind when one is depressed...

I have lost track of time. The dark fog that inhibits me from time to time has neglected to shield my eyes from the world. But the sounds cease to penetrate my ears. I walk in a daze, not hearing. Not hearing the screams, the arguments, or the laughter.
A rather annoying question has arisen in the lonely abyss of my mind: am in not hearing, or am I, simply, not listening? I added this to the inventory of random crap to contemplate.

My footfall announced my forth coming as a bird fled. I'm no expert, but I assumed it was a black bird. Although, it had a peculiar color to it " more of a brown than black. Its feathers lacked the healthen gleam of the others.
I settled myself on the concrete against the wall, not four feet from where the animal had sat. I took up my hood and waited.
Soon, my patience was rewarded. The tiny creature landed again, about two feet from me. It sat and looked me over, taking me in. It turned its head to one side, then to the other. Hearing a noise, it glanced away. But, then quickly shifted its gaze back to me. It stared intently at me, severely interested.
With a wave of curiosity, I shooed the creature away. Instead of taking flight, it beat its wings in an awkward manor and danced wildly across the concrete, ruffling its feathers. It stopped after a moment, as if knowing no one else was paying it any attention.
Mental mocking bird


Mind racing, I sat with my back against the wall, legs out flat in front of me. I let my arms fall to my sides, the bitter cold concrete biting at my hands. My hooded head fell with a thump against the wall.
I just stared. I thought of what would become of me. Of what I am. The light faded in and out with the progressing clouds, but I could still make out the creeping shadows. The sun had begun to set. The eerie shades scaled the walls. The seemed to surround me. Calling " beckoning " for me to join them.
Come to the dark side. We have cookies.

A thick fog had taken over the valley. Visibility was poor, but not lacking.
The oaks disappeared in the haze.
The birds flew blindly.
The fog seemed to be a sign of impending doom.
They say the world will end in 2012. It is December of '09.
Out of all the ways to go, I shall not know which is right for me. I have contemplated suicide " too dramatic. I have considered murder " too messy.
Forever I will seek, but the answers they shall keep.

Author's Note

random scribbles, i dont really know. needs to be developed further, but can't seem to finish it. its actually more of a series of journal entries than a story, but not a right category for it.

Reviews

[Paege]

I like it. Overall it gave a sense of spontaneousness..? The discription is dead on for this type of peice. I like how they all seem like puzzle peices. Bits of emotion and thought.

[PianoFiend]

nice!!! after the update to it, it's like almost perfect!!!! *jaw drops* . you get a hundred.

[PianoFiend]

Interesting. though it does seem a little messy, it's incredible good writing.