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i sit and shut my eyes even for a moment a blink or flutter and i think i'm somewhere else a lapse of time, a micro dream i'm in a different place i can't correctly describe it but the way i feel is clear its quiet, it isn't calming but its not threatening its always dark and always a room of some sort whether it be a bedroom or a classroom or my car everything is still, dark, there's no temperature or wind but i'm not numb either and a door's always open, or a window but everything is the same, a dark charcoal color with a tinge of blackened blue it lasts for a micro of a micro second and i only can describe it because of how many times ive seen it but then i become frightened because of how confused i feel like there is something not quite right about the things which i see then my brain wakes up and the light is seeps back in with a foreign sight before me of a book, the wheel, a screen, a wall, or someone talking and it all comes flooding back, at least some of it but i still cant shake what happened and the panic that was felt that brief moment where you belong nowhere and questionably may exist because it feels so real in the moment as if ive teleported there it doesnt help not one bit
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Unsettling Places
i sit and shut my eyes even for a moment a blink or flutter and i think i'm somewhere else a lapse of time, a micro dream i'm in a different place i can't correctly describe it but the way i feel is clear its quiet, it isn't calming but its not threatening its always dark and always a room of some sort whether it be a bedroom or a classroom or my car everything is still, dark, there's no temperature or wind but i'm not numb either and a door's always open, or a window but everything is the same, a dark charcoal color with a tinge of blackened blue it lasts for a micro of a micro second and i only can describe it because of how many times ive seen it but then i become frightened because of how confused i feel like there is something not quite right about the things which i see then my brain wakes up and the light is seeps back in with a foreign sight before me of a book, the wheel, a screen, a wall, or someone talking and it all comes flooding back, at least some of it but i still cant shake what happened and the panic that was felt that brief moment where you belong nowhere and questionably may exist because it feels so real in the moment as if ive teleported there it doesnt help not one bit
parker-blackwood
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
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