Potanda's Mindverse

In each bright person there is some darkness. sometimes darkness takes over parts of your heart and you have to cut it into pieces to protect the the rest. you then try to hide the infected pieces and burry them in deep wells where they can't spread and ruin your happiness. But, just like all monsters locked up in deep dark wells, they start to howl and scream. So loudly to a point where you can't shut the voices from your head. And the monsters you thought you turned into gargoyles, are sparked back to life, ready to eat you up alive.  And so everyone lives in battles, there is no winner or loser within yourself, only war loss, ruins, and you are your own casualty. And you have to pick up your own pieces and live on, convincing yourself that you can still be happy, you are still positive cause you survive each and every day. And there's TIME. Time is a beautiful trick.  Time erase it all they say, time can heal, time can forgive, time can forget, time is eternal and with t

 She closes her eyes, and there the pain was. There's too much pain she can't put in words. She holds the pain of the planet in her heart. For everything that happened, for everything that is happening, for everything that will be happening. She can feel the clock ticking and taking her away with time. She goes back and forth between the past and the future, lost in the present with too many broken pieces stitched in her heart. She's trying to reach her broom just to fly. But the broom is trapped and her closed eyes won't take her to the sky and beyond. She's trying so hard to cry, but it's not working. She keeps closing her eyes... Why is she in so much pain... She's trying, for real she's trying, but every time she wakes up she's still here and only her feelings traveling between her brain regions... Her brain is screaming with words she can't even say... The clock keeps ticking and she falls asleep, and for some hours, her senses are shut, her

Sometimes it's colorful, sometimes it's dark. Sometimes it's both, sometimes it's none.  That's just how brains are, and they are so damn beautiful and intelligent. And one brain in particular, drives me crazy... Potanda's mind is often confused and chaotic, it's crazy with ideas and sometimes it gets too excited. It constantly shifts energy, but however crazy it is, it's unique, like all brains are. And she often wondered if she would ever find another brain to match her energy. And she did... "Dear PaintPalletteBrain,  You're chaotically beautiful, supernatural, majestic, evil, dark and colorful. You run on ideas as silly as they could be, and as smart as they can get. Your networks are complicated, yet for me they are simple and I can understand them so easily. You are a manipulator brain, you know how to get what you want. You make demonic plans, yet you're the purest, kindest, and the most loving. You're full of contradictions and y

Mister PotatoHead wasn't always a potato, once he was The BrownBear 🧸, The AlmightyDuke 🦆, the IndependentStrongM. But he was always Potanda's closest and deepest friend. In fact, he gave her the name Potanda. She was a nameless soul, A WICCA and she roamed the planet without a name... He made her life better, he showed her her colors, he always reminded her about her magic. She was there within her planet when mountains rose and seas dried, and he was there for her when she rose and cried. She can't really express to him how much he means to her. So, as always, she will write a story...  Once upon a time, there was a BrownBear wondering about life, he had questions on his mind that he couldn't "fathom into constellations", he had rage in his heart and he was lost, he doubted and he was a seeker of wonders. He also had kindness, love, warmth, and values... One day he was triggered by a song, and the Wicca was triggered by his curiosity, they made a friendshi