Life is the other voice in my head.
Whispering and bickering with death.
Life is the trees in the forest I walk past.
Growing slowly but surely.
Branching out and becoming unique.
Some trees get chopped down.
Some fade after years and die.
Life is the butterflies that flutter into your stomach.
The impatient anxious moment before something big.
Life is the ocean waves you fight against.
Sailing in your already broken sailboat.
Life is the big roller-coaster people are scared to ride.
It has its ups and downs.
Its tunnels and loops.
Never ending high speeds.
And as soon as it truly begins, its over.
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
