Faces of Day

Ryou's reasoning for staying in his Soul-Room. aka, a babble I came up with while depressed. Enjoy!

Songs- inside the fire(disturbed)/ Barney's on fire(Wreid Al)...really weird mix...

You start in a room, warm, but not in the comforting way. It's quiet, in a lonely way. The walls are bear, the floor a mess, but not with anything that holds meaning for you. None of it seems to hold a known shape. So you ignore it.

Then, just to see if any of this is real, you move through an unmarked door, stepping into an empty hall, where cold wood floor shine dully beneath you. Any lines are straight and exact. Not to be confused. Other doors are there to; just as plain as the first one you came through. Only these look more barren, seemingly to match the hall. Beyond the hall is darkness. No lights are on, no light shines through assumed windows.

You retreat back into the warm room. Somehow believing that it would be better, only to find no difference. Both are the same in different ways. It's as they say, choosing the lesser evil; both lonely and disconnected, only one foreign to you.

Even if you were to go beyond these areas though, where would you end up? Outside, where it's just as lonely only brighter yet more dangerous? There everyone is a suspect of an uncommitted crime, guilty or not. To them, you are the same. You simply walk on, looking down, taking no head to any thing good or bad around you. Never bothering to care about any 'beauty' around you. If you were to look up and see a rose, it would be followed by a dead pond. Murdered my us.

And from there?

You may end up at school. Filled with people, light, sound. Only, out of all those people you don't recognize any of them. With all that light, it only reviles how fake and wrong everything is. So much sound, and none is directed at you. None of it is coherent, making the silence from before preferable to the unstoppable babble of misdirected nonsense.

No, none of it is any good. So you retreat once again into the warm, lonely room. Some how not having people around is still more comforting them having them around, only to be ignored and lost in their sounds. Here where it seems safe, in a real sense. Everything is how it appears because everything is you, or me, in this case. Everything is familiar, even if it's not important. And nothing haunts me in the coming days when I will once again retreat here, to sensible to stray out.

Well, that was weird...and vague oh well, 5 minuets of my life is not a big waste. if you liked or have any comment that wont make me want to virus your comp. to hell and back, then please Review. puppy eyes

see ya

-s.o