There are certain dark places we dare not go. Spaces not in the waking world but held within the mind. A vacuous void that ripples around us as if we are a foreign invader.
Memories play out in ghoulish fashion stealing the breath that keeps us tethered to the Earth. Spread like ink in water staining swirling adrift with no way to orient against time.
The illusion of control, of safety, is easily shattered. And the ghosts that haunted our past left us inept to thrive. We scream in silence waiting to be heard if only someone would listen.
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About the Creator
Lulu Elizabeth
"My life is my message."
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