Background Music: 'Rescue Me' by Dario Marianelli (Atonement Soundtrack)
The mind is so subtly intricate, the beads of memory sewn into the fabric of life, but what happens when all of that crumbles in front of you? When reality is frayed, and the threads of sanity escape your weak fingertips? What happens when you can no longer control the voices in your head? All that is remaining in the emptiness is the ghosts of the unknown, the slideshow of yellowing, tattered photographs.
I am one such person who lives in the past, my thoughts constantly dwell upon the unsaid, whispering within this hollow cathedral of a body. But I find it comforting to huddle amongst these companions, and the idea of losing this is haunting.
This post is not a lecture on various psychological conditions. I just want to creep into every mind.....The old man who cannot remember day-to-day words, stringing phrases with the stammer of doubt.....the woman who lives in a past she once belonged to, now the moments just evaporating into the air.....the child that dutifully represents innocence and simplicity yet whose mind is churning after confrontations with life.....the teenage girl who cannot separate herself from who she is to what she's become, afraid of the crevices and cracks in the perfect and protected world around her.....life itself that seems to have lost itself in a broth of truth and lies.
Questions. Questions. An echo for an answer in this tormented soul.
The mind is so subtly intricate, the beads of memory sewn into the fabric of life, but what happens when all of that crumbles in front of you? When reality is frayed, and the threads of sanity escape your weak fingertips? What happens when you can no longer control the voices in your head? All that is remaining in the emptiness is the ghosts of the unknown, the slideshow of yellowing, tattered photographs.
I am one such person who lives in the past, my thoughts constantly dwell upon the unsaid, whispering within this hollow cathedral of a body. But I find it comforting to huddle amongst these companions, and the idea of losing this is haunting.
This post is not a lecture on various psychological conditions. I just want to creep into every mind.....The old man who cannot remember day-to-day words, stringing phrases with the stammer of doubt.....the woman who lives in a past she once belonged to, now the moments just evaporating into the air.....the child that dutifully represents innocence and simplicity yet whose mind is churning after confrontations with life.....the teenage girl who cannot separate herself from who she is to what she's become, afraid of the crevices and cracks in the perfect and protected world around her.....life itself that seems to have lost itself in a broth of truth and lies.
Questions. Questions. An echo for an answer in this tormented soul.
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