Not every mind is a stable one. Some are like small, cramp and dark rooms behind a what seems a normal and perhaps beautiful door. Others are like a wide and spacious plain, with the blistering light shining over head.
Generally peaceful. Calm. Beautiful.
Others are complete darkness, filled with echoes of past memories, being slowly tucked away into the deepest, darkest corner you can find. Shrill screaming filling your head and your own crying for it to stop. Trying to erase everything until only a blank slate is left. And the door is like a chipping mask, falling apart, barely hiding the horror behind it.
Yayy 2nd week of November and I only have this much of my story for NaNoWriMo. FML.
I progress so slowly.
Crit is appreciateed.
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Not every mind is a stable one. Some are like small, cramp and dark rooms behind a what seems a normal and perhaps beautiful door. Others are like a wide and spacious plain, with the blistering light shining over head.
Generally peaceful. Calm. Beautiful.
Others are complete darkness, filled with echoes of past memories, being slowly tucked away into the deepest, darkest corner you can find. Shrill screaming filling your head and your own crying for it to stop. Trying to erase everything until only a blank slate is left. And the door is like a chipping mask, falling apart, barely hiding the horror behind it.
But that could just be me.
I always wished I could read minds. I