Shadows Linger

Symphony of the heart

Prologue:

In the meadow,swirling mind-noose going round and round my head and neck,pulled up tot he sky,tree trunks ever so fair-feeling swaying,eyes fluttering shut.

Thoughts slowing to a halt,fluttering eyes an overactive imagination like shut,soon I will be there,closed eyes-thoughts slowed,two coins and a bill in hand. Mind slowing and eyes shut,mind slowing and eyes shut.

Far away place,burn the torch and throw it in the air if you please,far away place where they say "Burn the bill and keep the coins-burn the bill and keep the coins",far away place where you only need to have coins and none of the bills.

Far away place where you only need the coins and non of the bills,coins in hand I write with and bills in the other,far away place-burn the bills and keep the coins-far away place burn the bills and keep the coins,keep the coins in the far away place-keep the coins in the far away place

Symphony of the heart:
January,1,2024:
Every time I take a step I feel as though-as though some sort of thing-some sort of creature lurks just out of my sight.

As though the very shadows follow me-I am not sure why or when all I know is that once I was seven they seemed to follow me,of course I told my parents did they believe me?-of course not but I don't blame them what did I expect really?.

But the shadows-every time they seem to follow me-want me,I have tried many things-hiding in places-rushing away as far as possible-trying to see what it is-but nothing,nothing at all worked it never did.

To be honest?,I sometimes wonder if I truly do just have an overactive imagination like other kids are probably told. Maybe that is all it is,well whatever it is I always feel it.

Sometimes I think I see movement,perhaps a trick of the light?,maybe or perhaps the fact that it is the night plays into it as well-well that would make sense if it was the night that is.

Most times it is at night but other times it is during the day,I should talk about myself now right?-yes I should,I have dark blonde hair,I have dark ocean blue eyes,black hoodie the long sleeve type that covers your hands.

Dark blue pants,black shoes and that is all,I have this odd mark on my right wrist-like some sort of burn mark that I don't remember happening,it is sort of like a skull to put it,the jaw rather elongated,eye sockets big and round. The burn mark looks rather messy,well birth mark really is what it is.

Right-my name,it is Alexander-my friends call me Al or Alex for short,this is a diary by the way-or journal whichever you please I am not the picky type anyway,all you need to know is that it is where I write my thoughts-emotions what a diary/journal is for.

Well that is all for now,bye see you later I guess and will write more of course-although what would happen if the shadows lurking there-following me had some sort of meaning or impact on my mental health?,probably bye this is Alex.

At this moment at school:

Alexander walks to go to school,to do what one does at school,the leaves falling a light breeze through the air.

Smells of leaves,plants such as mint and vegetables as well,such as pumpkin swirl in the air.

The air is cold and rather bitter but not the type of air that makes you shiver-no-not at all,the leaves crunch under his feet no one else is there except him and perhaps an animal here and there.

'Snap!' He turned around heart racing,he looked down at the ground eyeing a snapped stick,he looked around no where for them to hide so where were they? 'Must have been an object that fell on it besides I would have heard footsteps or scurrying if it was someone that did it',he turned around and trudged along.