Stuck In My Head

I feel like I should be writing right now but I’m not. My body is sitting here typing but me- I’m walking through a bright gray place with colorless paintings and blank mirrors covering the walls. I don’t much understand it myself but that’s all there is to it.

There is a doorway without a door that stands between one side of this house- and it does seem no bigger than a house, and the other but both sides look exactly the same. Detailess squares- the walls, the floor, the doorway, and the decorations. They all have four sides. They all lack color.

I’m walking around and… I don’t see anything. There’s no where to go but in aimless circles like a lazy fly in summer heat.

Protected: Unwritten

Fragment

My head is full of thoughts tonight.

I am remembering things. Fractured sort of things that leave a bitter, burning sensation in my stomach. It’s like walking in a spider’s web full of broken glass. I can’t help but get caught in sticky silken threads, following one or another until I brush a sharp bit of mirror or window. Sometimes the pain of the memory redirects me to another, sometimes I find myself transported at random, and sometimes all the broken glass just forces me to try another thread- wading through ghosts of the past till I find my way out.