Imagine yourself walking down a hallway.
there is the occasional window that you can see out of, but as you walk you notice that only the landscape changes but never the sky. the sky has always been the same deep blue, speckled with faint stars. As you look further you can see white capped mountains tinted blue with both the time of day and the distance they are away from you.
you continue walking down the corridor. you notice a painting that was different from the others. this one represents loss, pain, and, fear. The kind that only time could heal. the only problem was, time doesn't pass here. Because the sky never changes, the day never brighter nor the night ever darker. Though, there was still hope. Despite the lack of change.
You continue walking down the hallway and glance at the other side. A window that was smaller than the rest was hanging on the wall like a painting but was still somehow a window. it was smaller than the rest, the pane was a lot thicker than normal and the sill was a red mahogany carved into cheerful wisps and curls. you gaze out the window to see the sun was brighter. The clouds were fluffier and the mountains were a healthy green color. A river has formed down the center of the two mountain peaks and glistened in the morning light. The sky's usual faint stars had been replaced with a lighter blue color and the new sun rays projected an unseen movie across the clouds. You are awed at how the sky had changed so much. You look down the hallway and notice the rest of the windows look like this but none of them shared the same view as spectacular as this one.
The rest shared the same grey bleak skies and the blueish mountains from before. Nothing much changed, except the now the landscape did. The grass was growing faster with each passing window and as you walked further, more trees sprouted up.Then, eventually they cover your view of the outside.You longed to see the sun's rays which were now blocked by over-grown vegetation. But the sky never changed, and now nothing else did either.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind
Historia CortaI'm basically writing stuff that pops into my mind- that makes sense anyway. Though I do have depression so that kinda the theme for this book- it's more of an outlet than anything, even if I am super happy from time to time.
