Smiling, laughing, crying... typing. Typing that I'm happy, sad, emotional, touched. Compensating for the lack of warmth in text; trying to convert my feelings into words, so that they can experience them with me. Lost emotion.
Texting, DMing, posting... about life. A life full of beauty, love, joy and perfection. Hiding away the loneliness and sullen days, and a life without a break. Because no one needs to know about the wrappers under my bed and my unchecked to-do list. Selective sharing.
Leaving, walking, watching... the world. A world full of people eating, drinking, sleeping, being. Bumping into strangers at the coffee shop, who I won't forget for years to come. Away from my thousands of followers and hundreds of friends. My phone lies alone. Somehow forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Stories by me
Historia CortaA compilation of short stories of various genres. Mystery, Drama, Romance, it has it all. Happy Reading!
