I watched the tiny matchbox houses and the the twisting roads, never-ending snakes, carrying cars and people, armies of ants to nowhere. The patchwork fields of varying shades of green and brown disappeared slowly under the white curling wisps of smoke left behind by the burning battle going on in my mind. Then I could see no more, blinded, and there was only white. A blank canvas. I thought that it would be beautiful but instead it was bright and it sharpened the edges of my thoughts, it troubled me.
The matchbox houses and the people, the tiny ants, were a distraction from my thoughts. I closed my eyes but I could only see the blood spilling out from the battle in my mind, from behind my eyelids, a flicker of shadows lurking nearby. I concentrated instead on the soothing drone of the engines, and when I looked out the window, there were only the clouds, and nothingness.....except for my thoughts....
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