Grey, lackluster skies are thick with regret. Rain and tears both threatening, my emotions and the weather mirroring equal measure of melancholy.
The energy I expend withdrawing from the emptiness of my room is Herculean. Cocooned in my isolation, I’m comforted by the predictable trivialities of what my life has become. Living in the world terrifies me.
My journey takes me far away from these fears, far from the pervasive and oppressive anxiety. The sun on my upturned face is a warm, loving caress on my skin. The gentle breeze, a mother’s kiss.
One step, one day at a time.
*Photo venue: Fort Pickens, Gulfshores National Seashore, Pensacola, FL
Thin spiral notebook 
Gentle breezes are like a mom’s kiss aren’t they? One at the temple, just shy of your hairline.
this was beautiful.
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You said allot in 100 words! I like the cocooned in “predicable trivialities”. Great work.
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There is so much feeling in your writing. I really like the thought of the gentle breeze as a mother’s kiss. Your dog in your photo looks so cute!
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Good one.
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Your last line was perfect.
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Emotion packed moments, you write them well.
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