Seeking eyes makes ignoring the moments of discomfort and felt shame difficult.
Public offerings and old ways felt sneaking their way through dark corridors.
Worries compound, exponential growth from every pull towards reality.
Uncertainty raises the mercury as minutes both tick and zoom through flashing lights.
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Short Storya collection of short stories and lived experiences. the stories in here are to get the stories out of my head. life has beauty that ends, it has tortures that begin. life has healing and to heal is to outgrow. my brain needs room for better stories...
