Detachment Diary

Reading diary outside

Not one of the people has looked at me this entire trip

I’ve done my share of staring at each of them, struggling to understand that behind that face, that skin, there is a human mind, a presence that is the center of its own universe.

Daily Prompt:
Struggle

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Homesick

looking to run home

Kneeling at the coffee table which has been my only desk these past weeks, an eerie tune plays through my headphones. It is creating an atmosphere that I know is fragile enough to be destroyed should I choose to remove them. My mind is wandering back to places that I can no longer be.

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Daily Prompt (dailypost.wordpress.com):

Write Here, Write Now

Diagnosis

foxy lady sketch

A sly fox of a character, she would lurk on the edges, the outskirts of galas and fun parks. Luring weary fun seekers unaware.

An introverted pied piper without the music, leading with underlying themes.

And what of the rats and children? The worldings she might prey to steal? For certainly the cliff would be but a door or tunnel. Like the old closet which lead the chosen to Narnia and left the others knocking their heads into the wall crying,

“There is nothing here!”

And on the other side, a nurturing land for undiagnosed madness. Raising specialist spies to infiltrate the world of what is with what was.

Not what was before there, but what had been before within us.

Prompt from dailypost.wordpress.com:

Be the Change