my alien showed me this place and i go here for peace.
i call it the corridorā¦
i sit between the two walls of the corridor.
one wall is grey, white, and you can see bodies slithering around reaching out into the empty space.
the other wall is grey, black, again you can see bodies , movement, reaching arms and hands into the empty void.
no one comes here, just me.
nothing lives in the corridor.
there are no ghosts ā¦demonsā¦bugsā¦voicesā¦humansā¦it is only me in the corridor.
it is peaceful, safe.
do you have a safe place you go to in your mind or a real human place?
I do, a safe place in my mind i go is like a stone cave with a dry well in the middle with all glowing runes in odd language craved into the rock everywhere, there is no door no way in or out just is me in the middle untouchable safe no one no thing can get me in there as for outside are is a huge field edging the woods here i go and sit under a tree cross over the tree line and is a completely different world all the noise people are gone is peaceful
Mine is in the center somewhereā¦ past the endless car wreckā¦ past the dark circusā¦ past the forest and fogā¦
Thereās a cliff over a seaā¦ it used to be an isolated cliff over a sea of screams. But nowā¦ itās a calm seaā¦ azure blueā¦
The cliff is now covered and trellised like a vineyard, only itās blackberries instead of grapesā¦The sky is not bleeding any moreā¦ itās the light pink of sunrise.
The morning due covers the blackberriesā¦ and the gentle breeze carries a crisp feel.
As Iāve gotten strongerā¦ Iāve found one small part of my mind that has become calm.
My safe place is called ascension: it is a realm in between time where the prophets went to meditate on the future fall of man, and how to overcome the demons of sin.
In this place you find resurrection, mystery, and eternal wisdom.
I go in my bed and make a pillow fort and watch anime on my phone. Then I take medication after medication from my nightstand until I pass out. I do this every night. Itās nice. Itās just me and the big bed and I shut the blinds so itās pitch black. I then put in earplugs so I canāt see or hear anything.
I also like to stand under hot water in the shower until I am a nice cooked lobster color.
My safest place is the 8 seconds in the elevator from ground floor up to fourth floor. No surveillance camera, no one around seeing me scream or dance. It is all that tiny space inside the lift.
When I was a child I would venture down the hallway at night, away from my parents. I would practice sitting in a distance bedroom in the dark for as long as I could before anxiety got the best of me. It felt like something was in that room with me moving ever closer.
Later on in life, recognizing myself āasā that thing in the bedroom offered a security blanket of sorts.
At any given time, If you can justify to yourself as to how āyouā are the most dangerous predator in your vicinity it will help disarm the alarm causing paranoia, anxiety, panic.
My Asian friends and Indian friends expect me to observe the no shoes rule pretty strickly- I do think itās odd that we wear our shoes while a lot of the world doesnāt- and I see why- track in dog ā ā ā ā
A forest. When I was a child, I was constantly finding portals through bushes and trees, under bridges, doors that I could see and no one else could that took me to a different, fairytale world. My safe place is like that, a slip through a door or a mirror or a hollow way into a quiet forest, a house in the trees, where thereās barely a difference between me and the forest around me.
ā¦demonsā¦bugsā¦voicesā¦humansā¦it is only me in the corridor.
it would be literary insulting here.