Have you ever sat in a room, staring at the ceiling, letting all of your thoughts run ramped among one another until they finally all die out – leaving an empty cavern in that skull of yours. Then, you close your eyes, practically begging blissful sleep to save you from the horrors of the night. But it doesn’t. So, you lay there, tossing and turning, fighting to keep your mind blank.
A mind is a dungeon. In this dungeon lay dark, dirty secrets that beg for the light. They taunt you as they struggle against their chains. They know why they’re locked so far away, they laugh at the way you cringe at the sight of them. They love to see you suffer because the only way to kill them is to set them free. So as the night becomes still and the clouds of daily tasks clear away, they kick and they scream until you have no choice but to listen.
And you do listen, you listen to the way they talk about you. They tell you why they’re locked away, they laugh as you remember. They just laugh and laugh and laugh until you’re so painfully exhausted that you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.