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Dimensions of a Psyche

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Dimensions of a Psyche

Dulani Hannadige

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I imagine my mind as a hellscape so often.

Impenetrable. Restless.

Place of ruin;

Demons feeding on trauma

And tainted memories.

I see it in shades of black and red.

Sharp. Unwelcoming.

It is pain and darkness

And every negative thought I have ever harboured.

...

But most days,

Most days,

My mind is heaven.

Place of creation;

Giving rise to whole worlds,

Anything spawns stories.

It gives more love than it receives.

And almost always

It is content in that reality.

Place of life;

Turning the cogs of my body,

Keeping me alive

I imagine my mind in sunset colours.

Soft hues with jewel tones.

Light to set off the oncoming dark.

Library of my secrets.

Archive of my dreams.

My mind is my keeper.

Heaven. Hell.

It is both and neither.

My mind is so beautifully human.

I need to remember that more often.

Lesbian Utopia - Emma Kellogg

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