In Principio

his brain

he compartmentalizes his brain.

one section for intrusive thoughts,
another for the useless shit he shoves away for school.
one colonized by the invasive Clouds of Doom, one for the hiding closet to keep him safe when reality hits the fan and fucks him over big time.

And then theres a little spot, barely enough room to keep a desk or two, where someone forgot to turn off the lantern. It's flickering on its last flames, but burning none the less. There, tucked away, he keeps a box with his belongings; his smile, his cologne, his deep sea eyes, and if it fits, then raspberry pie.

and then to clean it all up there are Floods.

but oh no now the thoughts have begun to rush and tumble flowing down his brain and out his eyes they bombard him words terrible massive oh so horrid words shatter him. this is not the first time. this isn't news to him. this is just a checkpoint in the cycle that goes on everyday. It surprises him sometimes; time is not a constant in his world.