(Creative writing assignment, written freshman year 2004, I was 14.
Short and sweet, down the beaten path of pubescent insecurities,
towards the highway of life’s true nightmares.)
Laying: blankly staring into oblivious,
Sitting: wondering what to think about,
Standing: hopelessly waiting to be greeted,
Walking: looking around soaked with doubt.
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