Saturday, 27 October 2012

The innocence can never last.

When she returns to the Land of the Living, they ask her about the Inbetween, what it was like, what she remembered, who she shared it with. Though she did not like to be untruthful, she said she had no recollection. You see, the Inbetween was her place and no one elses, it was where she truly belonged. They wanted to know all about this place where her mind would wander when she couldn't cope. She needed that place to be hers, to be her safe haven and if she spoke of the peace there, the serenity, all she would be able to hear was all these doctors telling her it wasn't real, that she shouldn't give in to the temptation of the nothingness. It was there that she got to be herself again, step out of the meek shell that she now adhered to, slip through the cracks of her porcelain mask and flow fully into the state of bliss which had become her home.

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