Moodywriter

Dust covers all that I can see, making everything much older than it actually is, buildings, cars, bicycles, and pavement. Every place I pass by is slowly becoming a more and more like a desert. Soon the buildings will crumble into their own emptiness, adding even more dust to this world, this sick, deprived of life world we live in now. I travel slowly beneath the scorching Sun, even in the few shadows available I can barely breath, since then the air is constantly being filled with more and more dust making it harder and harder so survive outside of modified caves, or of manmade bunker type villages that do their best to keep both dust and

I’m wondering what I should do, about what is the next step in life. I’ve lived so far doing what was supposed of me to do, be a good kid, be a good teenager, be a good young adult, and have good grades, in school, in high school, in college, guess what It wasn’t that hard actually when you barely have people you talk to and you also don’t leave your house that much, and when your only distraction is actual study from the never ending boredom I would be in if I didn’t actually study. I guess this is all I can say of my life so far, I can’t actually complain about it, good clothes, food, a very comfortable

The body of the man is right in front of us, and we stare at it, curiosity grows faster than the body grows colder, but as any detective would tell you, the sooner you start the better the chances are to find valuable clues to solve the mystery at hands. I feel reluctant to call it a crime or anything of the sorts, we only saw the man die, but let's remember that as well the way the man passed away might bring us some clues. He was laying down apparently dozing in to sleep in the sofa, he didn't seem uncomfortable at all so one might suspect that he did this quite often. He yawned too which might indicate that in the case that he was drugged

 The young man was sitting in a couch completely slouching all over it, almost like a melted or boneless human staring blankly at the huge flat screen in front of him that was turned off, in fact everything in the flat seemed like it wasn't used in quite some time, the TV was the most noticeable, the computer covered with a fine layer of dust, the stove as well, that was both cold as stone and as filthy as a trash can with lot's of fast food delivery boxes on top of it, even the sink was filled with them. The floor of the house was no better with dust, clothes and actual trash laying around.  Suddenly the young man moved quite quickly, but

It was nightfall as I stood up from the bench in that beautiful park, the just born dark green leaves from spring have already started to sing their whispers conducted by the nature's maestro, the Wind, this time it came only as a simple breeze gentle enough to make the leaves murmur ever so softly in this time where nature is mostly vivid and loud from all the newcomers to life itself, and cold enough to make me shiver and make my skin crawl strongly. I stood there, in that sort of balcony over the park with a over the trees point of view which allowed me to see the colours of the sun spread over the grass, tree tops, the birds getting rea

Here we are, staring deeply into the abyss peeking from the cliff above wondering what is it that walks, swims, flies, runs, squirms there, in that darkness that seems to swallow all into oblivion, to forever be forgotten from other minds and even from itself. It seems to be swirling ever so gently, as if inviting us to simply jump into it even the wind seems to be cheering us on to do it, we feel its pressure on our backs, not too strong, but neither too weak as, if not to be forgotten, it even whispers at our ears a ever so soft murmur, unintelligible to us mere humans that never cared for what nature had to tell us, a curse we are only but

I'm looking in the mirror and I don't see myself, that self that appears in front of me that follows where my eyes wander, that depicts every single physical aspect of my being, but that's still not me... What is it that lacks there ? What is it that I lack ? For there is one thing we can all agree is that, that image, that image right there in front of us, is in fact ourselves right ? Why is it that even after assuming that, and considering it the most absolute truth, I know from the depths of me that what I see right there isn't me, that doesn't show who I am, that doesn't show how I move myself, my arms, mouth,eyes, legs, hips in the occa

There I was, another day, another morning and the ritual begins all over again, getting up, getting washed, dressed, brushed, fed, moved from home to work where the enslavement begins and you have to obey every command given as if your life depended on it, and while in work you have to keep yourself fed as well, well behaved, well mannered, and also a versatile liar so that you can actually manage to please a decent amount of people so that you will have some company while iv there and perhaps off work as well, cause even if you don't like them, nobody actually wants to be all alone forever. Off work now, the time for me to finally be awake,

For there I was enraged with ragged breath, my fist raised to the side of my hand clenching his shirt in my left hand, watching him shivering, his face with more purple than actual normal colour, one of his eyes swollen so much it was practically sealed, and there i was deciding between either hurting him more or just back away, with my own wounds. Ages seemed to go by while not even a second had passed, that sensation staggered me as well, I actually did more serious thinking since this fight is coming to an end than I have done my entire life, and all about if I had enough or what this guy did deserves more, I haven't come to a decision peo

For there I was, completely immersed in my own mind, wandering around the infinite maze of thoughts, seemingly forever lost within my own mind, my own landscapes, what ifs, what could have beens, the still a little bit not fully immersed, a bit conscious is completely marvelled as to how can I find myself so lost within my own room, in my own house, in the street I grew up in, in the city that watched me grow... I am completely lost. My mom walks in the room, slowly, very hesitatingly though I can still hear her footsteps just sensing how calmly and afraid of doing the wrong thing and end up with me screaming I want to be left alone, I don't