This one is different,
on the inside it’s a quiet forest reaching up toward a warm, pastel sky.
After a few moments I get this floaty feeling in my stomach and I feel like I’m being lifted into the sky.
Something inside me hesitates.
I squeeze my eyes shut to block the feeling out.
It hurts to look at this forest and this sky, because deep down, I know they’re not real. The tears come.
I try desperately to be quiet but, being incapable of it my voice is getting a nervous high pitch to it
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 11:35 AM UTC
This one is different,
on the inside it’s a quiet forest reaching up toward a warm, pastel sky.
After a few moments I get this floaty feeling in my stomach and I feel like I’m being lifted into the sky.
Something inside me hesitates.
I squeeze my eyes shut to block the feeling out.
It hurts to look at this forest and this sky, because deep down, I know they’re not real. The tears come.
I try desperately to be quiet but, being incapable of it my voice is getting a nervous high pitch to it
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