#JustWriteIt #TrueStory Thru my eyes into my mind

To tired to come up with something

Instead of coming up with something to write, I will write off an assignment that I had to do in school about two years ago. The assigment was to brainstorm your thoughts for the momemt, so these were mine.

Brainstorm number One:

It is so quiet. I do not hear anything at all. It is dark. It feels like I am blindfolded. The only color I see is black and nothing else. I do not know where I am or where I should go. It is so dark and so quiet. I do not think that I am in a room. I think that I am somewhere else. A place that no one knows about. Will I be here forever? Will someone ever rescue me? I am not scard, but it is a little bit lonely. Maybe there is someone there or something. I do not know because I can not se anything.

Brainstorm number Two:

It goes round and round in my head. It is black and it is cold inside my head. Words flying around. Can not walk on the ground. The sun is behind the cloud on the cold dark sky. Eyes are staring. People are whispering. Animals are yelling. The earth is falling down. The sound is crazy. The wind are blowing everything away. Bla Bla Bla are going in my head. Without a sound, everything becomes quiet.

Brainstorm number Three:

I hear a pounding heart, but I do not know where it comes from. I look behind me, no one is there. I look to the left, I look to the right, nothing there. So the question is where does the pounding come from? Is it my heart or just an imagination in my head? The sound annoys me. I can hear myself think, if I can not hear my thoughts. I can not do anything. I do things that my head tells me to do, but I can not do anything with the sound. Who is following me? What can I do? What can I do to make it stop?

Brainstorm number Four:

Pink, blue, white, black, oranges, yellow, grey, green and purple. Colors are everywhere you walk. You are many colors. I am many colors. The earth, the wind, the water, the sun, everything has a color. Today it is pink and white and tomorrow it is a new day, new colors. What colors would it be? Maybe blue, maybe red. Colors are bright. Colors are dark. Colors are powerful. It is decides who you are and what you are.

I can have some weird thoughts sometimes and sometimes I can have good ones. For me I can not really deside what I think about, or sometimes I do not remember them at all. Your thought are your thoughts, and those are apart of you. It is your thoughts that shows you who you are and what you want. But sometimes it takes time to understand them all.