These are just some things I wrote in an e-mail to a friend of mine when I was feeling weird. Don't take them too seriously. The first is intended to disturb, the second to uplift, and the third to convey a sense of emptiness.
Impressionistic Scribbling #1
Black ooze and convulsions.
Dark dreams and whispers in a freezing hallway.
Clammy flesh and bloodshot eyes all around.
Terror and death in the dark.
Numbing pain and splinters.
The smell of blood.
Broken, bleeding bodies and vacant eyes staring, pleading.
Mud and ice below, choking air all around.
Drowning, drowning in blood.
Impressionistic Scribbling #2
Sunlight and summer breezes.
Smiling faces haloed by the sun.
Sweet, sweet familiar voices and laughter.
Small children running in the grass.
Tender looks and shared secrets.
Scattered sunlight on warm water.
Shrieks of delight and the companionship of nature.
Friendly, blue skies and clear, laughing eyes all around.
Laughing, living in softness and light.
Impressionistic Scribbling #3
Cups and saucers broken beside an overturned table.
Broken pictures still where they fell.
Open drawers and open doors never closed.
Moonlight reflected off broken glass.
Undisturbed dust, cobwebs, and absolute silence.
Stale air and musty, rotting wood.
Stiff draperies filled with holes.
Unsmiling ghosts keeping watch in dark corners.
-J.R. Willett