Picture of Emotion

 Time seems to drag on in this barren wasteland. A place of my own making filled with nothing but despair. A little hope put at the end to torment me. Always reminding me that it is beyond my reach.

The scenery seems to blend into a mixture of depression. Barely anything grows here, but everything dies. the colors don't vary much. Different shades of brown is all you can see.

The muck seems to grab at my feet as I walk across the mud. The atmosphere screams agony. The sky i always cloudy, and the sun never seems to shine very bright.

I wait silently for the image to change. For the day that changes my outlook. My emotions are in control of this place or they were at first. It took control and I'm forever locked in the picture that haunts me most, loneliness. 

I rest on a rock. I feel restless and tired. The weight of overwhelming emotion in the air crushed me. How much more will it push me to the edge and i end it. I can see it, my body laid to rest forever in the murky sand.

The temperature drops as what little sun there is sets. It may not seem like it, but this place can get darker. I watch as all browns become black. It's familiar, the dark doesn't bother me. The dirty, filthy scene before me is home. From the murky sands to the randomly scattered rocks. I know nothing else. This place is my home, my life, my everything