Writing is the frame of the psychological perspective. In the eyes of the lines, what draws the suspense? The striking notes that words give to awaken the atmosphere on the page is the parallel engagement of the hand behind the mind. As reckless thoughts try to complete the puzzle, how often is the mind left in pieces after the last word shows the vessels in between the created paranoia.
Think about a breaking glass. Is it scary because it shattered or your mind was at a breaking point? Though writing can live in a cracked time, the after thought is the answer to the question. Walk outside inside your mind. Live within the frames that you create. What took down the lines to create the next reality that’s the psychological dimension of what’s unseen beyond that opened it?
Animated is not fiction. It’s a world of mysteries. In an animated mind, are you afraid of what’s portrayed in front of you or your mind inside, outside and behind it? The truth is knowing if you have the animated mind or your reality created the animation.
Scared Ink: Horror Notes
Ink runs through the veins of its cold mind and adds perspective to reality. A dark corner of the thoughts that opens up curiosity. As the ink bleeds its vision before the lines clock runs out, what will bring it back to life after the pages shut its words in? The engagement of the horror, from the first letter to the last dot dropped, is the scream from the door on the other side of the next cover that recurringly sealed the doom.
Writing is like a string. Every time that it breaks, it pulls the mind deeper into the ink’s waters. Fear is the notes of horror that scares ink and draws the nightmare that might only exist in the mind. What makes a mystery strange? In mysteries, the one that claims a root to its strange can get caught up in it as its strange element. What if you were the strange and its act was surviving because of you?
Is intense a feeling? The ink brings urges but touches nerves. In the lines of its story is truth. What happens when they’re uncovered? Would you dare to touch the mind of living in its shoes in the arms of another mind? What’s more intense, its eyes or its thoughts?
When dissecting the truth, is it scary if its not far from your doorstep and connects you to it as the framed mastermind? What if reality was a notebook that haunts to find out how you escaped to bring justice after its crimes? These are the doors that most are afraid to enter. What if it turned out that you were the door that the notebook wrote about to try to enter?
Detective notes may appear to be a psychological thriller until you look into its mind in the chair across from yours. Fear is often depicted as a feeling but never looked at as an intention. Reality intended to display the puzzles that are in your hands and thoughts that look from corners of your psyche. It helped it believe that your reality looking in can be deceitful. The more that you try to solve it, the deeper that the reactions drown. Not all cases are silent. They move in plain sight, in ways that play tricks on you. The investigative mind is the notes that bring answers.
How would you feel if you sat in a room? Every seat at the table shared a dimension that gave different personalities of fear. Everyone sitting in them told their experiences of the same fears in parallel ways but forgot to look at the table behind the walking ghost of their reality. All of the minds were left dead from the results. Are you willing to look into the terrifying eyes of the original corpse that’s the room that you entered?
The mind and ink are wars that leave imprints of love in the atmosphere. The mind is the reality. The ink is its life. When they touch the rain of thoughts, they blossom and live in the bright outlook. The wind of understanding investigates their passion then stops to admire the impact that grows throughout generations. Within the storms of their different perspectives, they create masterpieces that stand because of the boldness to think beyond.
Writing is an adventure. The ink lives in its museum of its thoughts. As it reveals words onto the pages of time, it brings its exhibits to your mind to help create its own to share with the world. The ink never stops printing after it lifts it point from the page. It continues through the eyes. It captures the images pouring out words when you pick it up and travel in its mind where you left off.
"Poetry is a metaphorical balance. You have to find the imbalance in reality to show the beautiful structure that time gracefully expresses." --- Jennifer P. Tuck