Use your own thoughts to practice writing stream of consciousness.

Pretend that you are the

protagonist. Think about how you're thinking and get those thoughts down in writing. Remember,
proper punctuation and syntax no longer apply.

Metanoia: Thou be thyself

Silence of mind, 4 o’clock in the morning; the whisper of wind, trees flapping, acoustic waves.
Salty scent of unknown breeze flowing into my ears, tingling sensation had me awake while I’m lost. “I
see you myself,” your twin has sorrow with his friend empty chasm”. Where are you going? “You
forgot your emotion my friend, see you later or not”. A particular hush had stopped me running, what
will happen to me? I’m all ears, the Nocturne op.9 No.2 flat I hear. I see a white horse beside the
deep dark forest, I see a lake, so calm, my hands feel soft as the music, I’m painted cities, shaded
baroque with overcasting skies. There is a boy playing with his dog, “what a blurry sight”, the dog
seems unpack, he’s fast. My eyes unfold, I see pain, I feels effort, seems eccentric. “What a nice suit
you wear myself”, there are falls in your face, radiates within me, the pain had sharpened my senses
full of shot.
“Look! there is Mr. Armstrong” Guide me to my universe, I don’t understand which stars of hope
are twinkling around me. Wrap me with your soothing northern lights who stands among the
meteorological optics. Till dusk and dawn who scattered in time, with thick blue color of vermilion,
through thousands of constellations shining, I see… it’s the voice of the universe. The galaxies
collide, blaring voice intoning. I heard whispers turning into echoes, sudden goosebumps…I heard
eerie sounds of cosmic reef, seems familiar, rusty scent and bass voices. He called my name “I am
here” goodbye. Eyes blinking twice, I’m on top of the world, the flinty ground. It’s rough indeed a
grass in a high mountain top. I hear whispering the sound of aurora. What is happening to me? I wept
and shout, I feel light, I see a sunshine, I’m walking on air, a sound of teacup “exquisito”. I see a smile
who held my hand so sweet and happy indeed my twin. St. Avenue Montaigne Street is running
beside the balcony “oh come on” there is a friend of mine, I thank you in my last chapter.”