Sometimes I experience strange images. They might be inside my mind. My body goes limp. I close my eyes. Suddenly, everything changes.
No, not really a change. Because when the images are gone I am still alone in the whole world. But I like the images. Full of colors that are not grey but that I cannot name. Full of sounds that I have never heard.
I miss these images as soon as they go away. I open my eyes and I am leaning against one of the four walls. I wrap myself back into a ball and I sit and I wait.
I wait for the world to shake. After the world shakes I close my eyes. This is when the images come to me. Always after the world shakes.
I sit and I wait. I wait while I sit. And every time the world shakes I get a brand new image. Never the same as the last. I remember every image.
They go together. One after the other. They make sense to me even though I cannot name them. This does not matter, though.
I love my images and I will always wait for them and invite them to myself. Always after the world shakes.
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All Alone And Lonely
RomanceFour walls, one ceiling, one floor.Jasline has never seen the world outside. If there even is a world outside.
