More Snippets from the Tumblr which were written with Something New in mind.
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Sometimes it helps to get lost in noise. Let the thoughts weave into the chords of conversation, the staccato chop of heels on concrete. Let concerns meld into the passing phrase and evaporate in the dissonance. Allow the elevation of a small child's gleeful shriek settle between the heavy bones and delicate cartilage.
When all human sounds are silenced, when the wind overwhelms each sense, all there is is thought, breath, heart beat, and life impinged only by itself. A void left behind to ache, though all at once be filled from inside.
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She can't breath, her chest feels so heavy. But the decision isn't a surprise. If she's honest, she knew it all along. This way, it's at least not her, it's them.
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Long days don't always feel justified. Even though she's satisfied and content, she questions the value of spending the day playing instead of contributing. Like the only reason to breath is to serve others, that was what her parents wanted for her, raised her to do. Which is why so many selfish hours feel shameful, greedy.
She'd do it again in a heart beat.