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Everywhere, but never knowhere.

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LECTURES 240
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Chapitres 9
Durée <5 mins

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We all sometimes feel lost and confused in time and space.  Here are some of my visions I had while meditating on my fears and insecurities while being lost in my existential horrors. Whether that's a chess match that lasts for eternity, eyes taking over reality, a monster in a human form or just a simple room.Tous Droits Réservés

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Hidden In The Dark (IN EDITING), écrit par addiebrockington19

They say the mind is maze of unknown insanity. A place where you don't know how wrong you are until it's too late. I felt myself crumbling and drifting away into what I always feared. Turning into the monster under the bed instead of the scared child under the covers. It was drowning me fast, taking me under, until I started breathing it like oxygen. Until it had me hooked by the neck, and I couldn't make my escape. I don't know how he found me or why he stayed by my side. I just know his love was so intoxicating, that it saved me. And I know his love was so addicting, that it killed me. Or maybe I was dead all along.

Literature, écrit par GoddessOfDarkness161

Poetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.

Tears in the Truth, écrit par ilyyxo

A young girl plays the dangerous metaphorical game of chess- will she win the raging battle between mind and soul? Or will the monster teeter her over the edge of sanity? She must tread carefully, or risk losing the game. *This is an Ellen Hopkins fanfic/rewrite no copyright infringement intended. (received permission from Hopkins)

I'm Starting To Think..., écrit par Sec-ret

...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}

Away from the City, écrit par starxdust

A collection of memories, emotions, and thoughts.

The Spiral, écrit par willzzzzziam

A deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.

Where the Broken Go, écrit par A-Wakefield

Poetic tales of life, longing, and nightmares I can't keep out of my head.

Musings, écrit par Panna8

Of a soul, very much human, searching for answers in a cryptic world.

Thursday, écrit par sandwichlips

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

Snippets of Color, écrit par ggsnappy

I'm left with colors, feelings I can't even explain. I can only sit back, let it all flow, and be quiet

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Hidden In The Dark (IN EDITING)

They say the mind is maze of unknown insanity. A place where you don't know how wrong you are until it's too late. I felt myself crumbling and drifting away into what I always feared. Turning into the monster under the bed instead of the scared child under the covers. It was drowning me fast, taking me under, until I started breathing it like oxygen. Until it had me hooked by the neck, and I couldn't make my escape. I don't know how he found me or why he stayed by my side. I just know his love was so intoxicating, that it saved me. And I know his love was so addicting, that it killed me. Or maybe I was dead all along.