I was once asked what my mindscape looked like, and I described it as a void. If one were to step into it, they would experience it in first person and though be standing on nothing could continue walking as if on a plane, if they wanted to walk up or down, just act as though there're stairs and it will happen. The only thing you can see immediately is a sun. It doesn't have a normal cycle. If you watched it, it may stay at rise or past noon for ages, unmoving.
Sometimes it'll progress and sometimes it'll loop. It may go from late evening to sunrise in a blink.
The absence of quiet.
There are murmurs all around you. They themselves may be quiet until you focus on it, but until you focus on it, the murmurs blend together to create a soft static. They are quotes. They are thoughts.
And to answer a folllow up question asked, my last answer would be I could be found in a feild of yellow. I'm sitting near the edge of the cliff, where I can look out upon whatever is below and far on the horizon. The wind is the sound, the rustling of nature.
If somewhere were to enter this mindscape, if they just took a moment to take in the sun, they would feel my thoughts of it.
The sun is special to me, in that when it sees me, when I stand or sit in its rays, it is comfort. It's an embrace. A hand rests on my cheek and another wraps around my waist and in this hug I wish to weep.
It is solace, it is care.
The sun is compassion. It is comfort. In it's embrace it communicates that it cares and it's okay its not all right.
YOU ARE READING
her soul whispers
Poetrywritings my writings personal writings about deep feelings, when you have a lot to say but at the same time nothing comes out... maybe this writings can help you figuring out what you soul needs to say ❤️
