She closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids, closed and entrapped inside her own head, it seemed...easier. It seemed like the world belonged to her, when in reality the world was sharing by many minds that seemed keen to think the same.
Each mind is settled in the huge nest of the world; each corner filled with a baby of a thought, a dream chriping by hoping for anyone in the nest to feed it's hunger for hope and attention.
Not every mind is fed by the large beak of life. In fact, we are sometimes screwed over by this huge beak. This beak will fucking break the frail shell of protection our mind lives in, and will shatter whatever is inside it. Our thoughts, opinions, our life will ooze out of this shell, leaving this liquid yellow behind. No one else in the nest will notice, because everybody is too afraid of life's fucking huge beak.
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