...and maybe it was a stupid thought anyway.
I wait.
Ninety seconds.
That's how long they say it takes to identify an emotion.
A chemical process in the brain.
In that time, a tree blows in the wind.
A phone call happens where someone receives the worst news of their life.
Or the best.
Someone gets a promotion.
Someone dies.
A baby is born.
An animal is killed.
Love begins, love ends.
I breathe in... breathe out.
Something gets caught in my throat, and I try to ignore it.
Pain, I think I'm feeling pain. Oh god has it been ninety seconds yet?
I wait.
I sit.
I hold.
I bite back the thought but here it goes again, bubbling up like bile in my brain.
It isn't stupid.
It's real.
It's raw.
It's a baby crying.
It's a fawn lost in the woods.
It's someone losing their job.
It's a man losing their wife.
It's failure...
It's done.
Ninety seconds.
I feel like I am not enough.
About the Creator
Leigh Hooper
A writer in her twenties with a head full of ideas and a room full of books✨
Find me on Substack @ beyond the meadow
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