Finally Breathing Again… 000FF#1

He would wake up at varied times throughout the day and night, his mind congested with whispers of immediate self doubt, darkness, and a comfortable passing, in silence and a cold isolation. The beds raggedy blankets tossed to the edge with little regard of presentation only allowed him to move that much faster towards a diurnal dream of hazy clouds and lone digital adventures. A body, mind and soul can only take so much abuse from ones owns conscious, and an attempt to shoulder the damage by oneself make the load that much heavier… regardless the red bird would sit idly by on the branch outside the window sill watch until finally one day an epiphany struck the barren man and mothers nature appeared as broccoli and dirty cauliflower, he resented the substance and eventually began to chase after something more fulfilling in his newfound confidence.