The Village Of My Thoughts
A scary place with clouds of anxiety and pain
My thoughts have an entire territory in my mind, where uncertainty, fear, and overthinking make up the boundary. It is barren land with unending roads, the bricks of pain and suffering lay the foundation of homes.
The distance between the exit of one home to the entrance of the other is just a moment of doubt.
As I walk around the rooms, the breeze of sadness creeps through the windows. Heartbreaks and lies crack the walls, but the tears fill in the holes.
I keep slamming my face in doors of emptiness and banging my head against walls of numbness, just to feel a thing or two. But I've only got scars on my cheeks and bumps on my forehead, reminding me of all the damage done to my village.
The nights here are haunting and terrifying. The stars in the sky aren’t the ones to wish upon, but rather all of my past mistakes smiling back at me. Lately, the sky’s been starry and sparking up all of my nights.
The dreams aren't made of hope, but memories of a past lover.
I don't call this a city, but a village. Because the homes here aren't extravagant, rather simple made of anxiety, depression, and terror. All the fancy things like happiness and peace don't reside here anymore.
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