His Mind

His Mind

His mind speaks to him as a whisper. Its a voice inside that echos his will to love, learn and sometimes remember.

He's inside a world visibly invisible. No one can see his footsteps left black.

A Story...

He once dreamt of a place where cities were bright. Were sitting was rest and sleeping wasn't trespassing. He holds his breath inside this dream. Can you here him walking down the street. left and right cars pass without suspicion and he follows the made believe destination he made for himself.

Here in this dream hes okay, Hes alive, breathless but still with a pulse.

Looking Inside

Distant

I've asked him where his mind rested on days he would disappear for a few weeks or more.
He doesn't ever say much when he was that distant and disconnected but today hes willing to talk.

"My mind looses its self with my permission. I disappear in hope that the sun would set forever wrought in my own paused imagination and dry my eyes for good..."

sometimes in a room with no lights on
...where he could isolate himself from everything and everyone. He would make himself bleed to see if he could feel but numb to the kiss the razor left... all his skin would do is cry.

He would fly in a sky painted black stainless steal grass would cut his feet open
hands would bleed and still he would feel nothing

Looking Inside

That mind is complex. That story he has hidden. The sentences that only a select few would hear are you willing to look inside his world.

The day ends

With another footstep in the dark

Flash Back

Flash Back

He's walking in the dark as footsteps land, plant themselves and left unurtured.
They grow as weeds so you wont notices he was once something more then just a pulse.

Look at his eyes...
deep dirty brown
hand a shade darker

...and personality lost somewhere in between a journal entry and now.

there is a painting he'd like to share with you a flash back he saw in some undated hour.

Broken hearted He's been departed from His childhood hands. Still wounded he's force to step inside a timeless world that keeps on ticking. Days are short and nights are long. His made up song helped the unknown hours pass on some days.

School Started Already

He woke up on time or so he thinks. Walking calmly and composing himself for school. The walk seems long but its only about 3 miles away maybe more. The sun is lacking some rays and dimly shining but He dismissed the fact that it was a cloudy day...so it could only be 7:30am.

No bus passed him on this walk to school
No student in sight
Just his shadow he's hasn't gotten to know yet

almost there...

He runs a bit to catch up with the time he doesn't know is ahead of him.
Steps go right left right left a couple dozen times eager to get breakfast. The night was long
Clothes a bit on the questionable side but there is nothing he can do about that.

One quick pause takes a breather or two and steps inside.

"You need a pass?" The man on the desk asked him
"What?...What time is it" he replied
"Your late...School Started Already" the said "Sign in and get to class"

He picks up the unsharpened pencil Write his name only and goes to class...

I'm Not Late For Math

The walls are old and thin. He can hear the Noise and cuss words from the next class.
He a shy boy not too young but not too old. He's stuck in the old enough but not old at all.
There is nothing that popped into his mind in that hour but the as usual
"Great I'm not late for math"

He tries to focus and get some work done...
asked a few questions and backs up a few minuets early.

That Flash Back

It was a random one. A story to read a hidden moment to share once the next sentence is written you'll read the other parts to his journey in the dark

Memory

"My FootSteps In The Dark" Is The Daily Life Lived Unseen
Its The Moments, Thoughts And Thanks Given Unsaid Revealed

Hope you Enjoy "My FootSteps In The Dark"

Before Midnight

Its a re-enactment in his mind The dark blurs some memory's but overall life is clear in thought.

when the sunsets inside the blank of the days they couldn't see. The times they can not see is the moment he wishes you could have seen.

Here the moon shines hard enough so he could see the letters inside the notes. He reads the love thru digital letters printed off the computer just to feel like someone might have thought about him through out the day.

Over and over he forgets about those times when he was normal. He's left blank near emotionless but so emotional he breaks down.

He remembered to look over the day
think about tomorrow and wait...

Sleep

He lays his head for sleep. Now I don't remember how he looks like when he actually sleeping but I can tell you that sleep come harder then you think.

He crouches or "squats" and awaken with cramps on his legs and when luck he jumps from couch to couch just to rest.

I wish I could tell you the face in the dark. Or the weight in his world all right now its just the beginning of sleep.

and so he'll sleep....

The Day Before Now

The 28th

There's a shorter lady. Blond hair and a amazing personality That picked up the boy lost within the his own troubles. Facebook still on the screen as he tries to explain yesterday and the day before. He heads down stairs fast, Waits for the car to pull up and now he is not only lifted. He got a lift.

FOOD!

She asked him "Are you starving" and he said "No, Not Really...Kinda".

after a small discussion about what to eat he lets her know "...Chinese food?!?!"

They arrive at the food chain restaurant and talk.

He ate till hes full not somethings hes felt in a while. empty location but full in spirit and stomach.

now they're off but the thought in all that was not clear at the moment.

Haunted LightHouse

They hang out for a while longer at her house. His mind speaks quietly at himself thinking that maybe one day he'll own something that fancy. He meets her family and listens to music a few laughs and then an hour passes as he wait to see where he'll lay his bed that night .

She picks her phone up and dials a number. she explains a summery of whats the deal is in his life and hangs up.
a couple more songs play and then they talk.

"Well we got a place for tonight..." she said

They talk some more and head to her kitchen after shes done convincing him to take a snack for the next day
.

They Begin to head to her car stepping into the cool air softly shut the doors and the car starts.

They arrive at their destination. Color of the the house is a blue due to the lack of light.

"Bless those who enter this house"

is the welcoming sign. The take him up the stairs and drop him inside

light blue walls a bed to the left. Its also pretty empty but its also pretty warm.

Thoughts rush through my veins but I sit and entertain just for a few minutes till its time to go to bed.

She leaves with the inside joke about the haunted lighthouse

and I'm stuck inside my own paranormal state or situation.

Here he lays now. This bed is cold but outside is worse and when the lights off he can visually see his thoughts bleed out the imagery wounds that life has caused.

now he sleeps with those FootSteps In The Dark

Monday The 28th

"My FootSteps In The Dark" Is The Daily Life Lived Unseen

Its The Moments, Thoughts And Thanks Given Unsaid Revealed
Hope you Enjoy "My FootSteps In The Dark"

Life In The A.M

He woke-up twice before really waking up. His eyes look for the time but doesn't find it. Light begins to hit the window so it must be seven. He Heads to their kitchen and hes right Its seven.

He cleans his "at the moment area" and heads to school.

Breakfast + Hour 1

Its nothing spacial but its food eggs and a slice of bread split in half small conversations dance in the background as he sits with Karen just to eat. Its 7:50am now and he heads upstairs, finds an open computer to check his mail then school begins.

Hours 2-6

Nothing big or all that great. Personality rushes out his skin and here he goes again preforming to the class. Smiles and little work done in 5th hour just to end the school day on a lighter note.

After School

The wait isn't all that long. Computer time at the library. He sits still the day ends on a not so hectic way. really quite really bored really still. He sits for six hours at the library and "chats it up"....

These Were My Footsteps In the Dark