This week’s image “mariyaolshevska”
She lay, gazing up through the leafy canopy, thinking of times present and past.
Jumbled thoughts, battling for order and supremacy, cascading through the waterfalls of her mind.
There was no outlet, once inside her head, they remained, jostling their way and each other every hour of every day.
How many days had stretched into months, the months becoming years. The zillions of snippets of information, half pictures and ideas, not all of her own, but of many she had overheard or come in contact with. None were fleeting, nothing just passing through.
Even in this quiet place, save for the birds and gentle rustling of the trees, there was no respite, and she knew eventually she would be driven insane, it was just a matter of time.
Which brought her full circle, times present and past.
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my choice being Inescapable: A Mind without Doors.