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a terrified mind

the ringing in my ears isn't helping.

By Elizabeth MorganPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
a terrified mind
Photo by Septumia Jacobson on Unsplash

beige tile flooring. with too many patterns that don't line up and cracks too big in places and nonexistent in others. and where the beige tiles end, a beige wall begins. accented by darker browns and slightly off pea-greens. those of course are covered in clashing patterns and textures. tile. sheetrock. pleather. cotton. polyester. then you add the clothing in the room. jeans. woolen sweaters. linen. lycra. more cotton. blues. reds. yellow stripes. greens. orange tie-dye. with a purple sleeve there, and some periwinkle polka dots in the corner.

teeth chattering, hushed voices frantically whispering. snoring. children screaming. keyboards clicking. a plastic wrapper over there. tv buzzing overhead. radio humming. toes tapping. chemicals wafting through the air, under harsh fluorescent lights. that buzz, shake, and flicker.

the automated sliding glass door opens and someone new walks in from the abyss of the night, "hello, welcome to mountain view's emergency room. how may i assist you?"

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honestly, it's all about being willing to say yes and knowing when to say no, trying new things, leaning into the uncertainty. that's the only way anything will ever change.

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    Written by Elizabeth Morgan