read me out loud

Sometimes I pretend that I am in a book. I have a narrator and all as I casually walk down the street. I don’t look particularly exceptional, but as the book goes on the reader will figure it out. A deep, omniscient voice hums my song like the buses passing by and knows my life better than the soles of my shoes. Everything I’m doing is super important and my thoughts are nuggets of gold. I try to live in a way that I would want to read about. I step brave steps. I breath resilient breaths. I look up at tall buildings and know I can knock them over; I just need a running start.

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  1. Lora

    I relate! This is very well put.

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