He presented himself as a sad, broken man. He sat across from her with his head hanging low with a furrowed brow. Something was wrong but she was convinced it wasn’t a broken spirit. He was lying with his posture. But what was he masking?
Everyone in the circle was bleeding and breathing fire. Running ragged. Running scared. But there was no time to turn back now. They just all had to do their own self-inventory of strengths and which lines they were willing to cross. And yes they were about to cross many. But him, she wouldn’t trust. His posture was too fuzzy for what was coming next.
Categories: death, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
That is interesting. I’d like to know how he was lying with his posture!
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Considering NeuroScience Shows
We Basically We All Hallucinate our
Realities based on past experiences
As our Subconcious Minds Direct
Us First through Emotions that
Were positive or negative
In the past as our
Neo-Cortex
Next is Servant
to Slave to our Limbic
System to Navigate what
Feels Great.. Serotonin increases
With Great Posture even when we
Feel Down so a Best Yoga and Mask
Is to
Stand
Up Straight
For what Mask we
Wear In DarK to LiGHT..:)
My Sister said i didn’t
Have Friends in ‘Real Life’
For i ‘NerdBlast’ Folks Too
Much then i shut my Mouth
And Danced everywhere and
Now So Many
Folks Love
‘Sheldon Cooper’
In Real Life… SMiLes
‘We’ Wear Masks to Survive…
Tears of A Clown not always
Easy to See Standing Straight..:)
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Hmmm… I am very good at lying with my posture. It is called sandbagging. I do the weak and broken old man very well.
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I would not trust anyone whose posture wasnt a lie 🙃
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