I definitely identified with this: "The black box was becoming harder to ignore. The truth crashed over him. His emotions swirled around, and he was unable to sort them into neat categories."
Your words are brewed like twilight tea...a bittersweet blend of memory and myth that reminds me how all of us carry tiny labyrinths inside. I felt that “little black box” in my chest flip open, letting out something ancient and unquiet, like a shy fae peeking out at sunrise. There’s love here that aches and bends around itself like smoke, and a tenderness that tastes like dandelion honey on the tongue. I’m already craving the next pour of this story because you wrote something that feels like truth dressed in a dream cloak.
I enjoyed this very much. I am very intrigued and can't wait to read what happens next. His mother reminds me of my great Aunt Mary who was mentally ill, but never diagnosed.
Gorgeous rendering of a very troubling and serious ailment. I am so excited to read EVERYTHING in due time.
These lines especially:
"Normal people do not draw spirals all over their walls. Normal people don’t keep nonsensical notes fluttering around the house, especially notes to God. Especially notes that said, “Dear God, the gardener is trying to take my Christian soul.”"
I definitely identified with this: "The black box was becoming harder to ignore. The truth crashed over him. His emotions swirled around, and he was unable to sort them into neat categories."
Your words are brewed like twilight tea...a bittersweet blend of memory and myth that reminds me how all of us carry tiny labyrinths inside. I felt that “little black box” in my chest flip open, letting out something ancient and unquiet, like a shy fae peeking out at sunrise. There’s love here that aches and bends around itself like smoke, and a tenderness that tastes like dandelion honey on the tongue. I’m already craving the next pour of this story because you wrote something that feels like truth dressed in a dream cloak.
Be still my heart! Your comment makes it flutter.
I enjoyed this very much. I am very intrigued and can't wait to read what happens next. His mother reminds me of my great Aunt Mary who was mentally ill, but never diagnosed.
Gorgeous rendering of a very troubling and serious ailment. I am so excited to read EVERYTHING in due time.
These lines especially:
"Normal people do not draw spirals all over their walls. Normal people don’t keep nonsensical notes fluttering around the house, especially notes to God. Especially notes that said, “Dear God, the gardener is trying to take my Christian soul.”"
And the black box reference.
I'm so proud, happy, and looking forward.
Thank you. This comment has made my whole day.
I'm so glad that part spoke to you. I think we all have a little black box.