Souls

Prologue

December, 28. 04:59 a.m.

She can't sleep... She has been counting seconds, minutes, hours, but there is no sign of sleep on her sparkling eyes. She doesn't feel fatigue. She is lying in her bed, flat, on her back looking in the ceiling in complete darkness, she is looking in the beautiful dots, star may she call them, fly around. She is aware that they are just the creation of her eye, mind. And she is intrigued by the amount of power that our brain is holding and how beautiful pictures are floating from the objective of our eyes through our nerves and to the brain cells were the pictures are finished and ready to be admired at. To bad that they can't be exposed with its beauty for world to see, because not everyone sees the beauty of the world. Just as most of the people don't use cameras to capture every beautiful second of their life, they don't use their eyes for it either. They take it for granted. Some say it's just an organ in our body, eyesight. But it's not just that. It is alive and always prepared camera. The one that is there the capture the moment when technology isn't. It's even there to create, just as it created the stars on her ceiling. Imaginary things. Good and bad things... As the clock stroke 05:00 a.m., her eyelids slowly covered her eyes and the stars from ceiling moved onto her eyelids, flying and changing colors in every second that passed. Soon enough, there was just darkness in front of her eyes and her mind started its own work and created the dream, that won't be a dream after all...

December, 28. 04:59 a.m.

His mind was such a mess. All of freaking time. It was annoying the shit out of him. For a year straight he couldn't find a way out of its own mind. And he wanted to. So bad. Damn it. The clock is striking just forward. He wish it would strike back from time to time. He wants back the time when he was in control of his own mind. When mind was a happy place to go. Every thought he ever thought of, he would write it down. He still does. But the problem is that before that thoughts were inspired by the beauty of the world, people, life... Now, now his brain only sees the bad... In everything around him. It's like his mind can't process the meaning of happiness anymore. Nor beauty.  Or anything good for that matter. These words don't have a meaning for his brain anymore. They are lost. And he wants them back. He just can't seems to find the way to get them back. On the ceiling before him the stars that his mind or eyes created are dancing to the music that doesn't even exists. It's like the dance of angels and the devil is playing music. That smart spiritual being is controlling thousands of little and innocent angles knowing exactly what he is doing. The same game is played in guys mind. As the clock strikes 05:00 a.m., he tries to get rid of the picture before him by closing his eyes, even with the knowledge that when his mind starts working, after the eyelids are down, he will see same pictures he had been seeing whole year. Pictures that changed his life completely. But he is surprised when he wakes up next morning, first time in a year, rested and dare to say, happy. First time in a year, the horrible pictures haven't appeared in from of his eyes. What changed?

a/n :

so this is start. yaay. ummm. I am so bad at this a/n thing and I haven't even started it yet. waaa

okay now I will try and be serious...

I really don't know where am I going with this story, so sorry about that. 

I will update it when I have time and  inspiration for writing.

I really hope that y'all will like this cozz u know it means a world to me.

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