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i sat there for the longest time. In the dark- in that small, small space and fabric rustled around me with every shift and every movement and change. I watched, through the small crack of light, the shadows dance and the soles of shoes pass. I tried to make sense of their movements the sounds that come out of their mouths. Their interactions. After the longest time I decided to stand up from the floor of that small, dark space. Quietly, I put my hand on the **** and it turned. I crept out of that space. Timid, unsure. I don't think anyone noticed. I'm glad. I'm still not quite... there yet.
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
Something to Be Said About Closets
i sat there for the longest time. In the dark- in that small, small space and fabric rustled around me with every shift and every movement and change. I watched, through the small crack of light, the shadows dance and the soles of shoes pass. I tried to make sense of their movements the sounds that come out of their mouths. Their interactions. After the longest time I decided to stand up from the floor of that small, dark space. Quietly, I put my hand on the **** and it turned. I crept out of that space. Timid, unsure. I don't think anyone noticed. I'm glad. I'm still not quite... there yet.
There is something to be said about coming out of closets, even if silently, by yourself. © KMH 2018
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
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