Angus O'quin, Grade 8, Brisbane Grammar School
Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition
The memories blur, together, apart.
A cog in the machine, no longer important.
A missing link, between past, present and future.
A forgotten idea, scratching at the mind.
A sound so deep, it touches the fiber of my being.
A color so dark, it drains my soul and mind.
Forgotten, no longer important.
There is no meaning to it all, screaming noise, blinding colors, swimming lights.
The endless silence.
Trapped in the dark shadows of my own mind, trapped in an endless, inescapable stagnation.
Trapped in an orderly chaos.
Order within chaos.
Chaos, in turn, within order.
It's almost poetic.
I wonder… Have I gone mad?