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By Jordis Lane
Tuesday, September 06, 2005

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Be warned...I shall deviate from the norm with this one and remove all doubts of my mental conditions...*grins*


The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees making silent
patterns which played on dead, brown pine needles on the forest
floor. Dead pine needles.....dead.....death! No! Not death -- not when
the sun is shining........
shining with an incandescence and intensity
that is too brilliant to be real.
It isn't real because it isn't sunlight. It has been so long since she
has seen real sunlight. The last time was at the beach two years - no,
three - no; it was two years ago. The sun sparkled on the minute sand
pebbles and glinted dazzlingly as it skipped across the ocean. But now,
no sunlight; only.... only lights - supernatural, eerie lights - colors
blinding the eye.
She didn't want to see the colors, but they came anyway.
Thousands of multi-colored objects floating through her mind; then
they no longer floated - they rushed; they bombarded and penetrated
her mind and body. She clenched her fists; she screamed; she cursed to
the Almighty God....... God? How could she believe in God anymore?
How could she believe in anything? But she did - no; she didn't. Oh
God, what is real? She couldn't distinguish between the real and the
imaginary. The colors - were they real? The voices - the voices were
even worse than the colors. Voices from thin air came to her ears. But
there were no variations - they were always bitter, cruel, condemning

The colors! They kept coming back to her! They were there -
rushing, piercing, pulsating. The room was alive with swirling colors,
and demonic laughter, and voices. She felt herself falling.......
falling into the living maze of colors......
And then the hypodermic needle was buried into her moist, clam-
my skin with a cold, burning pain that would bring temporary tran-
Embracing the tranquility....the silence of her sanity she closed her eyes........
Briefly.....Then began to watch.........
The sunlight filter through the leaves of the trees making silent patterns play on
dead, brown
pine needles on the forest

** See you only thought it was madness before....Now you know. *EG* **

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Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 12/30/2005
What a poignant write, Jordis! You have described the feeling of being confused, lost and hopeless so well!

God bless,


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