The Click – A Little Prose #2

Everything feels wrong at first for someone as neurotic as me, but I have learned to have patience for the click.  The click from uneasy to sure, from stranger to acquaintance, from murkiness to clarity. It’s coming, just gotta wait for it.

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Reaching – A Little Prose #1

I look around and think, who are these people? Is this what I am? Am I different? Is that better? Should I drown every part of me that’s confused and uncomfortable, and feels that there’s more than this? Of course not.

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