"I feel like a wall is stopping me right in this moment, so I want to be like water and cross to the other side by the smallest spaces," I said to her with my most meaningful tone while squeezing my clothes.
"That's where you build yourself," she said "Don't be scared to dig through the wall. Face it; face it like your fears were just little black points in your painted canvas you call life and make them disappear. Give their space to something better. They'll never be gone but you'll blend them and make them weaker.
From that moment I felt like a wave.
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Little Black Dot
Teen FictionWe're all just small black dots in this big blank page we call the world. We fill it. Short Story #147 / Teen Fiction #542
