She thought the noise in her head was normal, that the
constant run of home-made movies in there was what everyone did. She thought
everyone relived their lives in this same cinematic way, creating their own
drama, persecuting themselves with clips of what they wished they’d said and
done.
It seemed not. It seemed others could live free of this,
that they had space in their heads to move around, live, breathe and think at a
normal, unrushed pace. They didn’t chase thoughts related to the present day, or
remind themselves of what they should be doing so they didn’t turn up late.
And this revelation exasperated her already tenuous state of
mind, one running beyond capacity, causing the carefully constructed house
she’d built inside her mind to come tumbling down. She could glimpse the
daylight through the broken roof, but she couldn’t climb out. She was stranded.
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Wow. I really love what you done with this photo prompt. I can relate with the cinematic clips flashing through my mind.
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