SWEET DREAMS

Although nobody hears me, I cry. I cry tears that represent my heartache and the confusion racing in my foggy mind. Consciousness has left me, but I continue to struggle, to re-emerge as an individual despite the thorny odds. But it is difficult, and I laugh hollowly as I recall the pointless battles I had put myself through. Each time I thought it would be different. But the result is always the same, and I sink back into nothingness.

I see the gentle breeze weaving itself around welcoming trees, the playful sunshine teasing the day. Leaves swirl gracefully as they float down onto the streets. I see the green grass and the blue sky, the beautiful surroundings and enchanting atmosphere. But these, strangely, add to my depression as I scoff at my own inability to stay cheerful, in this already fallen society whose remains flourish under the negative elements of people and effects. Are we all so deprived that a translucent blue sky decorated by fluffy white clouds is rare to sight?

Memories of gloom and lack of direction come to mind, whenever I have a moment of void. I occupy myself with mindless pursuits, not caring about the results, giving everything just to spare myself the agony of reliving familiar pain. Do you empathize?

I live to suffer the consequences of colliding with a dead end, to entertain the many frustrations of being thrown back to the starting line. The unwavering faith and will to persevere fleet away, faster than fragile wings. Sweet dreams, please grace my sleep.

SILENT INTERLUDE; END