sjsprWriting

Going down the lazy lane of insanity. Colors swirl behind the eyes of an unconscious man. He is traveling to the land of no color, just a transparent slate. Images whirl while eyes twitch under the smooth layer of epidermis. No clear message, no clear idea, walking down a path. STOP! What is that? A creature of the night? A creature of the sea? Wait?! No, it's a fallen angel which can be told by it’s black wings. It looks up, eyes blazing like fire. The color of loneliness and sadness and despair. A hand reaches out waiting to be held. The man slowly stretches his hand towards the figure but something stops him. The same images roll backwards, whispers of the mind. All of a sudden, everything stops. Eyes open, beeping sounds make the space seem claustrophobic. A deep breath is taken in. It's done. Heart is back and ready.