LITTLE GLASS BOX
Description
Sehun was terrified. Terrified of the way his mind works. The way he woke up at night sweating, gasping for air as if he had ran 10 marathons. The way he did not even know if some days were real or his dreams. The only thing containing him and his sanity was a little glass box, filled with every piece of his past, good and bad. And them. That one person who sent him over the edge, but also kept him safe.
Foreword
There are three levels of consciousness:
conscious (small): this is the part of the mind that holds what you're aware of. You can verablize about your conscious experience and you can think about it in a logical fashion.
preconscious (small-medium): this is ordinary memory. So although things stored here aren't in the conscious, they can be readily brought into conscious.
- unconscious (enormous): this part of the mind was not directly accessible to awareness. A dump box for urges, feelings and ideas that are tied to anxiety, conflict and pain. These feelings and thoughts have not disappeared, they are there, exerting influence on our actions and our conscious awareness. ►
Each passing day become blurred in to one. Each step seemed to fade, as if I was just floating from place to place. And it kept on coming back. Those stupid ing memories. Each one burning holes in my heart like cigarettes being rubbed on to the ground with people's heels. And there was nothing I could do anymore. I stared in to the box, looking for some sort of answer, a signal to know that they were there.
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