An Abstract Mind

Darkness swirled around, moving fluidly like the calm of a small stream. A deep intake of breath sets it swirling again just as it settles. Only a tendril of thought is present; bending and flowing easily along with the swirls of darkness. Free of its physical confines. It glides easily around the different shades of black looking and searching. Then it finds it, the edge of the dark where seemingly a wall rises and is impassible. The thought, which had only been as small as a butterfly, now uses the next breath to swell and instantly grow to the size of the blackness. It hung suspended by its will and then pushed against the wall around the blackness.  It shattered instantly and colors could now be seen; their presence like flowing ribbons morphing in and out of each other in a never ending dance. The world of colors behind the blackness was an ocean compared to a single cup of water; a never ending field of imagination and emotion.

The ribbons of color encircled the thought and it merged with the colors; joining with them in their endless dance. As the thought glided and danced it turned its attention outward. Mimicking the spokes on a wheel it extended to reach everything around it. It continued to grow and before long it was no longer a single entity but a part of everything around it; existing in perfect harmony.

Suddenly little figures were jumping along with the ribbons of color. There were black against the vibrant colors around them. Each one moved uniquely. Some jumped around and seemed to have no pattern to their madness while others were slow and swelled gracefully. Some were fast and upbeat while others had combinations of everything. Like everything else there, these figures were a part of the whole body and came to life when focused on directly. Like the audience quieting for the beginning of a performance the whole conscience let the note take center stage and all at once heartbreaking music was resounded.  

Lifeless words
Carry on
But I know
All I know
Is that the ends beginning
All this time spent in vain
Wasted years
Wasted gain
All is lost
Hope remains
And this war's not over

The music faded as the focus was shifted away from it but its slow tranquil dance continued on. Despite being so different the notes were oddly harmonious with each other. Another note took the previous one's place and its music swelled and took its place moving around the background; bringing a calming effect even though the music's notes were upbeat.

The consciousness floated lazily around the vast expansion it dwelled in. Focusing on random things that caught its interest and then moving onto another like a collector browsing a pawn shop. Then it came across a scene that its physical form would be more at home in. Definite shapes and objects clashed with the nameless colors, emotions and language of unnamed syllables.

It showed two people garbed in black facing off in the middle of the woods. The moonlight made their eyes shine; a pair of hazel stared flatly at a pair of deep purple. Suddenly the purple eyes were gone and they reappeared behind the figure they were facing. The purple eyed figure was obviously a woman even though her baggy clothing hung loosely from her limbs. She wielded two knives that flashed out to attack. The second figure, a man whose bow was clenched in his hands, dodged easily and simultaneously pulled two wooden arrows from the quiver on his back. He instantly aimed and shot at the woman and she jumped cleanly to evade it. Not wasting even a second he shot the next arrow at her while she was still in midair. Seeing his actions she maneuvered as best she could in the air to avoid the second onslaught. A ripping sound was heard as the black coat the woman wore tore at the shoulder due to the narrowly avoided arrow and blood stained the remaining fabric; dyeing it even darker if that was possible. She landed crouched and stared at the man; a smirk forming on her face.

"Is the all you've got?"

Boooooooooooop

I was pulled unwillingly back to the physical world by the untimely and annoying bell. Around me students were grabbing their stuff and heading off to their next class. Sighing I followed suit making note to add the scene I had just conjured up to the next chapter of my story.