Stream of Consciousness Writing

June 26th, 2013

I was on an Internet fast for June, so this was originally on paper. But after I got back from mah fast, I did a post on everything I did. You can find that here.

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I randomly wanted to sit down and start writing, so I did. Mom tells me this is called stream of consciousness writing.

I walk slowly through the large crowd of people that appear to be everywhere, barely conscience of what I'm doing and unable to stop looking around. There are mirrors on the ceiling, so looking up, I can see myself. I have a lost look in my greyish blue eyes and my brown hair (with purple highlights, I note) drifts around me as though I'm underwater or in zero gravity. There are colorful signs on the walls presumably advertising... something. Because of the wall of people, I can't see anything else, so my eyes drift to the faces.

The first thing I notice is that nearly everyone seems either bored or upset. A couple of them stride with much purpose, in large circles. A few people can be seen following those confident - even the ones marching in circles.

My mind drifts to the thought of following and I look to the person ahead of me. I appear to be following a man with long white hair and a bright orange shirt. Never mind, he turned off and a woman with short curly brown hair rudely steps in front of me.

I look down. The floor is blue, but the colors move like the surface of a body of water. My shoes are white, but the rubber over the tip of the shoe isn't as white as they clearly used to be. My pants are also white, and make my legs look fat, but I know they're not because I can feel the fabric rubbing against my legs. My hands are stuck into my very large pockets, and I can feel something in my right pocket. A small cylinder. I stop walking (several people bump into me) and pull it out, looking at it. It's also white (I must have an obsession with white), and has a promising lid. I pull the lid off and peek inside the small tube. A bright blue light pours out of it and I tightly shut my eyes.

Well that was weird. Anyway, sorry for stopping so randomly, my brain quit giving me ideas.