I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
Her thought invaded me like a snake.
She slithered into my mind late at night when I was trying to forget the damage that the day had done to me.
It had done a lot of damage. More than I was willing to share, yet still she slithered in through the cracks and made the pain finished to escape real.
She writhed about inside my mind in a way i was not prepared for.
I had thought I had it all figured out but she weighed in from an entirely separate part of my kind in a way i had not intended.
I knew I should fight it but another part had told me not to.
It would tell the same story but the perspective would have been the difference.
I wondered which was best but I eventually came to the conclusion that it didn't matter.
It would be one side or the other and the readers would decide what intermingled and where.
I had to except that that was an ok conclusion. I had to except that what was "right" would filter out in the end.
I didn't know if it would, but I could hope, none the less.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (1 so far!)
2nd to last line, fourth word in should be 'accept'. I agree with the sentiments of the story, though by this time in my life, I'm probably a mass of snakes (some larger than others, including a massive white one) inhabiting a human skin.
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