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Okay, for my friends who may or may not know, my mind is weird.
To describe it would be like this:
One part of it is my music section.
It has On demand CD player, with surround sound, and can play anything from the latest song I heard, to a song that my mom sang to me.
From it branches my veiwing place.
Its like a home movie theater, where I can veiw anything from animes to movies to memories.
It even has popcorn!
That kinda stems into my sports section, where little people in my head argue about the latest games I played and what I did wrong, what I could've done, ect...
Which makes me want to go to my third section, my reading place.
In it, I have a library.
I choose a book(Note: usually when I mentally chose a book, I physically pick one as well)), and retreat to a place to read.
Once I submerge myself fully in my reading place, good luck trying to get me out...
Which leads to my fourth place, my composing section.
In here, poems, novels, short stories, songs, and quirky sayings are stored and written.
Then, there's my final section, the Philisophical section.
In here...nothing really goes on except self-evaluation, self-critiscism, and self-reflection.
For a short while, the Philisophical section was where I reatreated from the world, and submerged myself in the shadows of my mind, ignoring the reality around me, and instead being, well, depressed is the closest word I can think of, but I wasn't really depressed.
I was really looking at my life, and allowing everything I had done, everything that others had done to me, just letting myself reflect on that.
I remerged from it, and placed it in the vault of Never Open Again(NOA).
But, everynow and then, the Vault has a little crack in it, and I am tempted to sink into the place, and relinquish reality once more.
Well, there you have it, my mind. At least for now anyways...with school, some renevation is in order....
So be warned! Should I be absent from life for a day or so, its because my mind is under construction and offline...
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 SaigaDaichi · Sun Sep 18, 2005 @ 01:37am · 1 Comments |
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