Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Existential Crisis

She drifts. The waiting presses down, suffocates. Emptiness fills her soul. The days are humdrum, she wonders when will life start.

She doesn’t know it has already begun. She fails to see life unfolding around her: trees and flowers, children’s footsteps and laughter.

What is she waiting for? When will someone tell her to breathe, close her eyes and dive in to the pool of her existence?

Before it slips away.


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