Title: Pandora
By: SkathaScribbles
Pairing: gen
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me unfortunately. If it did the lovely Elle would still be with us!
Authors Note: This is a strange little fiction that came to me last night. My style of writing is not to every bodies taste.
I had somebody in mind when I wrote this but since I chose not to include the name of the person I'll let you draw your own conclusions.
Summary: Scared is not a science. Rather a psychological response that follows no rules.

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Scared is not a science.

Rather a psychological response that follows no rules.

There are no limits for as long as you let your own fear rule you.

A silent thought is a non entity. An uncertainty.

For each thought that crosses the threshold of our mind clamours for attention not unlike the proverbial child.

Each thought becoming a silent teardrop that becomes a golden echo as it reverberates upon my heart.

For they do not fall with pattern or order as they should.

Indeed it seems they fall almost spontaneously, knowledge of there gentle patter unknown to those who choose not to look.

You are as unaware of their presence as they are of you. Seemingly hoping to wreak havoc upon your features, leaving you bare for all to see.

Their trail dies upon sodden lids, the curtain to eyes which see nothing of what they survey.

You are a stranger to this land, new and fresh you are not the same person that first arrived.

Your mind and soul now opened to the flood of horrors which seek to enter.

The containment of knowledge has been a gift of yours to carry for too long and now it may turn against you. The remembrance of memories past resurfacing to engulf you.

For all is not well here and like a Pandora's box whose secrets have been unearthed for all to see you find that there is now no lid that will keep them inside.

Only a door which will trap you with them forever.

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