DarkDistrict

The Golden Teacher Through the depths of thought I walked. Hidden bays of my mind greeting me, sometimes with terror, sometimes with joy. Either way I passed , new figures rise out of the vertigos of my hidden self. Pink elephants were having a tea party, and the music sometimes, carried me away letting me grab her by the most delicate of her notes as they were strings which will help me get back if I got too frightened by the twisted ways of my own perception. Sometimes the music itself was the enemy. Brutally stabbing me with its chords. I had to hide and it was seeking me to take me away to the abyss as deep as t