Sometimes, emotions become too much and in order to deal with them. I do whatever works. This time they grew and grew until they became too much. They grew and bloomed until i walked into a room with Atlas.
Towering above me, looming. Then the door, by their own force alone. Closed behind me.
….
A attendant leads a group of tourist through a hall, she addresses them and you without looking back.
“And these are the doors leading into one of the many thoughts of your friend and my mine.”
The attendant smiles.
“As you can see there are all shape and sizes and colors, the colors represent the emotions that our friend feels as he is having thoughts, the rooms represent thoughts themselves.”
A small hand raises from the back of the tour.
The attendant turns to the patron and before given a chance to speak the attendant screams.
“How should I know?!”
There is a silence…
The attendant smiles
“Anywho… In order to ensure the safety of the tour. All doors are locked and each lock is separated with a different key.” The attendant looks around and waves at you almost to impart a secret.
“Luckily… Tooday… We have accesssss…. To a neeewly created…
Door!” the attendant screams again. This time with a jump and squeal.
You could see that the attendant loved their job.
“come right this way” as the attendant leaves you down a long corridor filled with doors. Doors of all kinds sizes and colors like the attendant had said before. New ones for that matter. They are tall marble doors. Corinthian pillars adorned. Yet, with each passing step. Each one grew darker and darker until they were so black. They seem to suck the light from the air around them.
“Let’s not dilly dally. Those doors are too dark and nasty.” And with each passing step the color and brightness did return until we are at a door. A grey one which kinda matched the floor.
“Here we are, now even though the thought has been recorded please keep your voices down. Enjoy and thank your for touring the mind. We welcome you to stop by anytime”
and with that the heavy marble doors open into a plain room, almost a museum and there in the middle stood a giant, nay kneeling. holding all the heavens upon his shoulders.
He spoke.
“For I am Atlas. Son of Lapetus. Forced to withhold the Heavens from the Earth for all time.”
“Did not Hercules release you from such heavy burdens”
“That was that and this is now.”
“I am sorry Atlas for this is my mind and I do not wish to see you burdened anymore.”
In his place I stood two pillars and with a thank you, he left.
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