Memory's Domain

Nightwalk: a monolouge by Mneysome

The sky is dark. Dark with the spectrum of blue, slate clouds with indigo
 shadows and stars with navy halos, color which will deepen to that ineveitable 
blackness around me. I do this often, walking in the night, subject always to 
this...compulsion.
I don't know why I have this sudden urge to walk around, why when the shadows
gather around I feel a sense of homecoming rather than dread.
The shadows surround me now, coming closer and pulling back as
the scenery around me changes from road to feild to road.

Cars whiz and people run by,seemingly oblivious, yet imperceptably shaking 
to relive themselves of my presence. Ahead,no to the right, a soccer game plays.
The rec hall looms above me, silent in its concrete mold, silent...
like me.

To live in the shadows is to live in silence. Gradually one evolves to a 
seris of grunts and sounds, a vocabulary of reaction and acknowlegdment.
In shadow one is the inevitable follower, the mimic, leading a 
life of thoughtless motions that compose this sick gauntlet called life.
I am tired of these shadows. They are flat and blank... as I have learned to be.
I want to escape this flat world of inertia.
Ah good savoir, your blade shall steer me true. Juliet thought well of it.
I know, it seems silly to be talking to a simple kitchen knife, sitting on the 
dirty cold floor of the dorm. One quick slice, then another. How easy it is.
The rivers of blood on my wrists, flowing to a lake in the bowl, a black lake. 
And so I bleed, I bleed black.
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