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Erm, I'm not exactly sure whether this should go here, but I'm going to put it here anyway. Feel free to move it, lock it, delete it, whatever.

Anyway, this is something I wrote in 10th grade, 2 years ago. I actually wrote it during Algebra II class, but I was remembering an experience I had earlier that week. I'll post it, then talk about its significance.


I closed my eyes. Deeper and deeper, I delved into my own mind. The black nothingness of closed eyes slowly turned to an unnatural red. Dark apparitions floated before me, but I barely noticed them as I delved even deeper. My ears blocked out all outside noise, leaving only my own heartbeat, the sound of my controlled breathing, and the deathly silence of thought. The force that drove me ever-deeper had begun to make me dizzy. I felt as if I was slowly swaying back and forth. Yet my body physically was still. As I delved deeper still, I realized I was searching for something. But for what I was searching, the answer eluded me. The red before me dimmed, my mind was blotting even that out. I was concentrating on only one thing: concentration itself.

After a few minutes of this, I decided to return to reality. It was the first time since I had ventured out of the so-called “real world” that I had actually acknowledged a thought. I suddenly found that I could think freely, hear my own thoughts, and even process thoughts and ideas like normal. It was a liberating feeling. I felt as if I could do anything, and did not want to leave. But I knew I had to go back. I tried to open my eyes, but found that I could not. I was stuck inside a paradise of thought. Panicking, I tried to move anything, my arm, my foot, desperate at the thought of not returning. Would I be stuck like this forever? Could I be stuck like this forever? Panicking still, I forced my hand to my face, and felt my fingers desperately trying to open my eyes. But as soon as I had regained movement of my arm, my eyes shot open.

I was breathing heavily and my head was throbbing from the strain. The muscles in my arm were tingling from the sudden movement. My eyelids were heavy, it felt as if I had just woken up from a deep sleep. But I had not been asleep; I remembered every bit of that happened. And, it had only been a few minutes since I had closed my eyes. I dared not shut my eyes for more that a blink, for fear of not coming back. But I still remember the feeling. True freedom, solitary freedom. Inside my own mind.


Note: Excuse some parts of that. At the time, I was trying to be mildly poetic. I've taken out most of the poetic parts, but it still sounds...ech.

So now, though I'm still not sure whether that was meditation or something else, it brings up something interesting. Though I just really like the sound of the whole "paridise of thought" thing, it has some significance. Technically, if someone was in that situation, but for whatever reason didn't want to "come back," would they just remain in a comatose state? Is it possible that many coma patients just...don't want to leave. Sure, maybe trauma put them where they are, but what if they didn't want to leave? I sure as hell wouldn't complain about being stuck in my mind for the rest of my life. Yeah, for a minute there, I panicked, but partially because I was sitting in a church with my friend, and it wouldn't have been exactly the best place to do something like that.

But anyway, I was just wondering what people thought about it. Maybe I should have put this in the "Writing and Articles Discussion"...but it would get less attention.

the longest human attention span ever measured was 5 hours, after five hours, no human alive can keep their thoughts and brainwaves level to the point for more than five hours. You can meditate and sleep for longer, but your brainwaves change freqencies and levels.

I only wish to thought ,to go back to the under world ...And go have like I use to do xp surprised Even flirt with Semo and Nicholas for a while ,I like better when they are shy , because they look so cute..