Every side of my mind is surrounded, crowded by voices and smiles. Crawling in my mind an idea brings up a story after another one. The love and emotion of those pieces of life that I witness, going up in the streets, twirl in my head. They swirl and shift until they are complete stories of people living, being themselves. I can't help but wonder about them, how they went to be here, in this precise moment, for me to be able to live through them. Events and satisfaction fill me up, as if I was there. As if I was the one living the love and emotion they all seem to forget exist in their lives.
People watching makes me live
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Tales of my mind
Short StoryHi there ! This is just a bunch of stories I write in my bedroom while listening to Conan Gray and Olivia Rodrigo :) They tell tales of love, loneliness and feelings, emotions that can be very present in my life, and probably yours too.
