(Here's one of my more recent fictional short stories I'm working on for a collection, written first person aspect...enjoy!
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Circles of Brightness
Sound. All around me. I turn my head in response to it. Light. Shining within my eyes, almost too harsh. Too bright. Filtering in through inadequate window coverage. Blinking, I look away. But to what? People. A crowd moving through each their own existence. Doing, breathing, an ocean of emotional turbulence and thought. Do they know that I can hear them? Do they understand how I see them? I think not. Besides, why should I share secrets with them?
Secrets. We all have them. I prefer to keep all mine to myself. Selfish? Yes, perhaps so. I've always been told never volunteer any information that can give your enemies an advantage. We all have them, you know. Enemies are so much like secrets in that you never know who they are until they are revealed to you. And even then, you may not know all of them.
Simplicity. It's never that simple. Simplicity of life is just an illusion that's waiting to be shattered. I should know, I broke out of my elusive complacency by being different. I said things that people weren't prepared to hear from me, but if you want the truth, I just think they couldn't handle it. So they sank back into their bleak routine of ignorant bliss and discarded me as they would something that was no longer useful to them. A simple solution to a complex problem.
Stupidity. That's what they are...stupid. I marvel at the everyday stupidity of the mortal mind. It's like a curtain that they draw over their inner eyes, so that they don't have to face the reality that they have made for themselves. As for me, I threw back those curtains long ago and let the light in. It burned at my eyes and stung, but at least I can truly see past all the false images, and so I embrace the light of the truth.
Society. That's what they call themselves. Social animals, they say that they are. Living in pairs, groups, talking amongst themselves. Always talking, but no one truly listening to what's being said. Do you understand what someone says to you? Do you hear just what's being said, or do you hear the unspoken words too? Yes, society with its glittering decadence and crumbling morals. So go on, talk and listen, but don't hear. Sometimes being deaf can have its advantages.
Slumber. Wouldn't it be nice to just sleep and not wake up sometimes? Because when you sleep, reality disappears and your dreams become all that is your world. What do you dream? Me? I stopped dreaming a long time ago. All I see is grey and shadowed. But in those dreams that I had, I was in control. But now, they think they control me, and they might...but I still have one thing that's left to me; thoughts. My thoughts are like an unstoppable river which floods a parched plane of non existence with life giving reasons to exist.
Sanity. Who among us is truly sane? They don't think I am. But I know they are wrong, they always are. I guess you might say that my being in here, this world of antiseptic white and closed silence would make me insane. I guess by looking at me, into my eyes, those circles of brightness, you might see a light in there, like a candle burning. The last of my sanity. Most people who deny truth and hold up a hand as if to ward off a blow from the life that is, I think are the ones who are truly insane. But I didn't have time to think anymore...it was time for my medication.
-Aubrey
If I knew how to move things, I'd move it more to the mmm, non-fiction(?) forum... 
(At least I thought it was fiction..*Story; fiction thou art not!*)
