Life within the woods

The floor was brown, the walls were white and the chairs were green. All of it was colorful, beautiful, clean and straight.Yet I was slant upon the chair. A body slouched in fickle form. My head was tilted to the left, curious perhaps. The room was old and I was young. My existence a paradigm of contrast. For as I took a noisy breath, nasally and grotesque, I listened to the song of chime played gently by the child's wind, and wondered. With such pensive thoughts that crossed my mind, conflicting with a crash, I fall with in a state of blind, not knowing where to step. Do I belong within a world refusing to accept?

"James, Mr.Hollingsworth can see you know" a female attendant said, her voice aroused me from my mental slumber, as she gazed over a clipboard. After a few seconds the attendant looked back up, apparently finished paroosing my facts and history, her eyes red from the long days of redundency. Her face was young, her head was high, and her gait was light, all yet to be encumbered by the toils of the mundane.

"James, Dr.Hollingsworth is waiting to see you" she repeated her voice now strained by  impatience.

"Thanks" I replied with a rub to my eyes. My hands attempting to massage away the pains of sight.

"Please follow" said the attendant her words accompanied with a cough and a sniff, as she moved towards the doctor. I summed my legs, into a stand, then willed them to a walk.  As I followed I noticed a gradual climb in pace, as she slowly packed her self away into the confines of her thoughts. In a few seconds, she had lost me, either leaving me behind as she wandered into the fantasies of her reality or just indifferent to my getting there. I leaned against a wall, and waited for her to backtrack herself to where she had left me. 

As my wrist watch ticked away, and my mind drifted to my surroundings I noticed a few peculiartes. The walls of which I had previously disregarded as being but the ordinary white, revealed in the peelings of the corners to be more than just one layer. Underneath the white could be found an array of pinks, yellows, greens and blues.  However the most prominent of the paints was the  last layer, a dark and absolute black. It stood out from the rest, diminishing the rainbow above, and overpowering the white at the top.

"I told you to follow me" the female attendant said as she appeared to the left of me, her voice bearing annoyance and her feet tapping out a melody of impatience. "Can you please try and manage to keep up with me. I have alot of things to do and very little time."

I nodded at her request and continued to prolong the exchange of words with some trivial banter, so to keep her from misplacing my person in her personal endevars. After a short amount of seconds spent on discussions of a frivilous T.V show and a few choice movement of the feet, I was led into a small rectangular room. In the corner was placed an eliptical metal desk of some modern desighn. It was adorned with a medely of miscelanious objects as well as books and small stacks of loose leaf paper. Behind it sat a short plump man, who with a fountain pen could and would write out the the bible and all its revelations with the streams of sweat that secreted from his folds and yellow mesh of hair.

"sit...there" he motioned with his arm, his eyes showing apparent distress at the notion of positiong such a wretch within his fine kept facility

"You comfortable?" he asked, his concern falling into to the ear with a plop its connantation saturated with strong coffee undertones.

"Yes" I lied, while  my muscles struggled to find rest on the thin slab of grey.

" Good, very good" the doctor muttered his mind  split between the task of arranging his papers, sorting through his array of writing untensils, and continuosly sliding the rim of his glasses up his large lubricated nose.


"So...", his head now fixed at a 90 degree angle and his eyes locked in to a gaze parralel to that of my own."Tell me about your self"

" My name is james...Im 17"

"And?"

"...And in the wood, I was born
I was raised on a field of rocks
Then matured as an apprentice in the factory of gears and steam
I was an average child and now an average man.
My hands were and are plain.
My sight was and is decent
But my heart will always beat fas.