Turning my head one moment changes the space beside me. The time twirls around my body and small, unimportant stories turn into The Stories. The Stories of those who hoped for something to happen to them, something that would make them Live. One whispers in my ear about their story, as the other one shouts this on the back of my head. One tells me about their hopes and dreams that never came through. Tears rivel down their whitening cheeks as they realize that every single story is the same in the end. At the end, the stories shift in the saying, no matter how it was at first.
Let me tell you a story.
YOU ARE READING
Tales of my mind
Historia CortaHi 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.
