Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Truth was

Truth was she was afraid of her own mind, afraid of the mood tides, afraid of when it would all strike again.

She always loved the nights, the piece and quite that would bring out the fantasy world, but they could also be daunting. They were also were she couldn’t hide from herself, where she couldn’t procrastinate and had to face all the thoughts she had managed to avoid during the day.

Maybe that was why she would always have trouble to fall asleep, because she would keep pushing things out of her mind until she had no other choice, until she couldn’t stop her own mind, not with laughs, not with music or stories, not with anything.

Truth was that when the day was gone and the skies faded to black she was right back down that rabbit hole. Empty, alone and lost.  

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