Writing to Music Week 11

Jane Doe is happy in her corner. it's dark there and safe. Hidden from the world. She can hear people coaxing her out but she won't leave her shell. She knows better that to peer out into the dangerous and fast moving world that would sooner have her working her life away with no real friends and no idea of who she is. No, it's safer here in the dark, where her thoughts are her own and no one can touch her. But as the outside world creeps in, the pressure to look out becomes more and more, mounting on her conscious. As sounds and music penetrate her darkness, her eyes begin to open. No! Jane Doe snaps then shut knowing all to well what those sounds could do to her. The temptation mounts as the enticing music is accompanied by smells of wondrous things, fragrances that tickle her memory and rush into her brain, fizzing and stirring something within her. Jane Doe tries to hold them back, desperately clinging to the darkness that has guarded and protected her, but the sensations are too much to ignore. Again her senses take over and she begins to uncoil. She has to cover her eyes as they begin to strain open, the curiosity to much to bear. The sensations come flooding in, the sounds, the smells and then the colours. As her eyes snap open the colours and lights burn her to the core, dancing and swirling and embracing her on every side. Her body takes a moment to adjust, this new environment is so alive and moves so fast her senses are having trouble making sense of it. Movement is next, as her body uncoils she feels a blinding need to move forward, to move with the lights, towards the smells, with the music. But her body doesn't remember how to move itself. A leg an arm...a finger perhaps should be the starting point? Warmth trickles down into her limbs and Jane Doe can feel a fizzing tickling her fingers and toes. Tickling back she wiggles her fingers, her hands, her toes, her feet. Her body instinctively moves upwards, rising, rising, falling, falling. But it won't work, the darkness has shielded her for so long, her soul can't cope with anything else. She falls back down, back to the ground, in a heap. As she hits the ground everything flashes to a halt. There is no more music, no more smells, no more glorious sensations to tickle her senses. The only thing left is to coil up again, to regain that state of safety within the dark abyss. Back down she goes, curling up into the smallest little creature so no other disturbances can reach her. Back into the familiarity of being disconnected from the world. No lights, no sounds, no smells, no feelings, no tastes, no nothing. Just a deep, unending slumber of the mind and body that nothing can coax her out of. Jane Doe has only ever felt truly safe here in this state. Contentment washes over her as the darkness regains its hold. Why she uncoiled for that meaningless taste of the outside she will never know. The memories of that disturbance fade away, like everything else, outwards towards the nothingness that surrounds her. She is safe now. Here things only flow out not in. The dark sweeps away all fears and anxieties, away where they can't hurt her any more. Nothing can penetrate her here. Nothing.