As she looked across to the amusement park she was dizzy with anticipation. She was literally humming and she never hummed. She was flushed with adrenaline. Although, it could be the morphine drip she had just been hooked up to. But the bright lights beckoned nonetheless.
As she walked towards the big wheel she felt rejuvenated. She felt compelled to be the best she could be. No greater moment than now. She had long suffered but no more. She had long been static, listless. But no more. She was reborn. She had been repurposed. You couldn’t see the bright lights reflected in her eyes for they reflected instead her new life mission
Categories: identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, writing prompt
Smiles Ferris Wheel Opiates
Of Life Swing High and Low
Stay on Don’t Fall off Love..:)
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There is always a hope to move forward. At the first opportunity, we must treasure it so as not to lose it.
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So, so true! We must never forget that
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