She sighed and laughed at the same time. It sounded like a weird gurgle. Whatever that was. She stared out the window snapping away photo after photo. She couldn’t help but think how it was all golden until it wasn’t.
She wanted a new life. But she didn’t know where to get a viable one. So many things are the same everywhere. So much cookie-cutter thought and form. It felt like everyone was a variation on a pod.
To be fair, that’s how it all had been planned. But she was bored now. She needed a new life. She laughed and sighed again, while her heart fluttered. And, then she snapped. And, then it was all new.
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, Psychology, writing prompt
Finding Our Stories DisEase of ‘Advanced Age’…
SMiLes at 21 i could not Find It at School..
FROwns at 47 i could Find It at Work..
THere was the Internet i searched
my Name and i could not even find
my Story THere..
THings
Change heHe…
STuff HaPPeNs too hAha..
Verily Do SNap SHots too..;)
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How do you come up, so quickly, with such witty bits?
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If stopped to
Think about
i wouldn’t
KNoW
hAHa..;)
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