An empty wonderland. Everything was still. Unmoving. Unyielding. Sadness air droplets. Somber. Wishing for more. Wondering how to push things through across the finish line.
She stood rooted in her spot day after day wondering the same thoughts. Everything was on repeat. A badly broken jukebox. She wanted to sit down but just couldn’t do it. What would be the point?
Categories: Culture, current events, Psychology, writing prompt
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You translate the stillness and empty expectation of the image into feeling, by letting us peer into this woman’s persistent thoughts, and her immobility, her inability to act. It makes me think of how we all feel a bit stymied by events these days.
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I am so in awe of your discipline to put down your thoughts everyday. I struggle. But you inspire me to inch closer each day to creating and publishing a blog post. Thank you.
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