Young Writers Society

I take private time to the back of my head. Wiping out all traces of other people I close off all the openings. Sights, sounds, tastes, smells, touches, everything is wiped away.

When I need to think I focus on a part of my mind thats dark and sealed, walking towards it mentally, trying to go through black doors until I can't see or hear, or touch or taste or smell anymore.

Then I make wonderful things. I invent my own sights and sounds, I taste my own tastes and smell my own smells. Creating impossible things in places that don't bother existing.

~Sky

I like lying on the floor. Any floor. My bedroom, the library at school, the hallway in the theater, the theater, outside near the pool... anywhere that it isn't completely impractical. I.e. public sidewalks. Never do that.

There just something about being supported by the entire planet that gets me thinking. It's odd, in an everything's-connected sort of way.