You hear the words that you used as a child being beat and tortured. A prison in the mind for those who "grow up". Saying that those words that you sang have no meaning to them leaves your prison under maximum security. A place where nothing goes out and nothing goes in.
The lullaby once shared between people who had a loving relationship leave those of you who still care to hold on to everything that you can. To save everything before it enters that prison and you have nothing left.
YOU ARE READING
the thoughts in my head
RandomShort Writing is filled with little bits of writing that I do that I am still finding a story frame for. PLEASE do not use as a prompt or copy this, it is just for you to read.
