Ingenue

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Reads 15
Votes 1
Parts 2
Time 10m

You know those moments that happen when you've finished reading a book that's poignant, or a movie that captures something so strikingly? Those absolutely silent moments where your entire body has chills, but you're not really cold, and every step you take, every move you make, is hauntingly unreal. Those moments where you hear something, but everything is still piercingly silent. You turn your head, and in that moment, you can't remember how. For once, your mind is organized, and your thoughts are separated from one another as if they're lining up in compartmentalized boxes coated in silky ice. You move, and it feels like you're walking on something, but aren't making contact with the floor. And then after. The aftermath where the ice melts and you're hyper-aware all of a sudden. Your stomach cramps up, and your head is brimming again, filled with chain-links of thoughts swirling, swirling, swirling.
    	
    Do you know those moments? I'll answer for you. No. No, of course not. But I do. My mind is screwed up; the epitome of chaos. 
    
    I used to have a normal mind. 
    
    I used to be innocent.
    
    I used to be an ingènue.
    
    And then, all of a sudden, I wasn't.
    
    [not a sci-fi/fantasy novel]All Rights Reserved

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You know those moments that happen when you've finished reading a book that's poignant, or a movie that captures something so strikingly? Those absolutely silent moments where your entire body has chills, but you're not really cold, and every step you take, every move you make, is hauntingly unreal. Those moments where you hear something, but everything is still piercingly silent. You turn your head, and in that moment, you can't remember how. For once, your mind is organized, and your thoughts are separated from one another as if they're lining up in compartmentalized boxes coated in silky ice. You move, and it feels like you're walking on something, but aren't making contact with the floor. And then after. The aftermath where the ice melts and you're hyper-aware all of a sudden. Your stomach cramps up, and your head is brimming again, filled with chain-links of thoughts swirling, swirling, swirling.
    	
    Do you know those moments? I'll answer for you. No. No, of course not. But I do. My mind is screwed up; the epitome of chaos. 
    
    I used to have a normal mind. 
    
    I used to be innocent.
    
    I used to be an ingènue.
    
    And then, all of a sudden, I wasn't.
    
    [not a sci-fi/fantasy novel]

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