"it was easier to concentrate on other things...
to fill life with all the moments that she felt she was supposed to have...
it was as though the world might seem too small and difficult if done any other way...
but, truthfully, things were narrowing anyway...
the walls of each room were moving in on her and the choices that once seemed so right were now becoming unfamiliar situations...
perhaps they weren't leading her to the happiness she'd anticipated...
and perhaps she'd been avoiding admitting that from the start...
confusion was setting in and suppressed melancholy was rearing its ugly head...
"so, what's next?"
the only familiar refrain that followed her around like an impatient child...
it was easier to stare into the distance than provide a real answer..."
- anonymous
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
