Where is my mind..?
Or rather, where am I in my mind
My mind is full of hallways and tunnels. Some are light, others dark. Some open, others blocked for my protection.
There’s an aching in my brain. Sometimes a door slams, a voice screams, a child giggles, a window breaks, a flower grows.
I can’t stop my mind from wandering up and down the shafts of memories. Good or bad. They come with me whether clear or fuzzy, black or white. And a memory isn’t always visual. they could be emotions or physical feelings. Like walking into a new place and the scent sparks a flame in my head.
“please be careful with me. i’m sensitive and i’d like to stay that way.” ~Jewel