Me (in my head): I can't bear this pain anymore. It's suffocating me.
Friend (in my head): I'm here for you, always. You're not alone in this darkness.
[Another friend enters the room]
Friend 2: Who are you talking to?
Me (feeling a chill): Just... myself.
In the serene solitude of my own company, I find solace in the art of self-dialogue. Words, like delicate brushstrokes, paint the canvas of my thoughts as I engage in a dance of introspection. Amidst the symphony of my inner musings, I discover the untapped reservoirs of creativity and self-discovery. Each whispered thought echoes in the chamber of my mind, creating a harmonious conversation between the realms of introspection and expression. It is within this dialogue with myself that I unveil the intricate tapestry of my emotions, dreams, and aspirations. In the gentle cadence of my voice, I navigate the labyrinth of my mind, forging connections with the fragments of my identity. The act of speaking to myself becomes a poetic journey, a nuanced exploration of the intricacies that define who I am. It is in these moments of self-reflection that I unearth the beauty of my thoughts, transforming the silent conversations into a symphony of self-awareness that resonates with the rhythm of my soul.
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Dr. Kinjal Shah
"Embracing life's beauty as a physiotherapist 🌟 | Research Assistant in Civil Hospital 📚 | Spreading happiness and love in everything I do ❤️ | Living life to the fullest, one joyful step at a time ✨ | Kinjal Shah ✨
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Don't gain the world and lose your soul; wisdom is better than silver or gold.
This is a beautifully written and evocative piece of writing