She looked up. She looked around. Grabbed her phone and declined yet another call. She shook her head in weary contemplation.
Life is a maze. Maybe a hampster wheel. But more like those rat mazes in which the rat can’t find its way out. Always a barrier to get around to just come up against another.
And, the maze is filled with coffee and caffeine in all forms. Again, pellets of things to hype oneself up and to then be stuck. To get unstuck. To be unstuck should be the goal. She climbed up the stairs ploddingly wondering where she could go to get unstuck.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
Getting Loose
Getting Loose
Just Getting Loose
Just Getting Loose
No Longer Lost Once
Again Just Free to BREaTHE
The Air That i BREaTHE Whoops
THeRE Goes That ‘Earworm’ Again
“Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep”
And Another
Song By the ‘Hollies’
And Now it’s “The Go-Go’s”
And “Our Lips are Sealed” Yet
That’s A ‘Guardian Angel’ With SMiLes..:)
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