Untamed Narrative
Ideas swarm in my head, a library overflowing with unread manuscripts, each buzzing with an untold story. It's a server overloaded with data, each narrative a file begging to be opened. But a suffocating tightness clenches my chest, silencing my voice like a lock with a lost key. Speaking my truth feels impossible.
Talking's easy. I can get lost in other people's stories for hours, their emotions washing over me like a shared experience. It's an uncanny skill, like a chameleon constantly adapting its colors to the environment. Despite blending seamlessly into any crowd, a relentless urge to break free simmers beneath the surface. I yearn to share the fantastical stories overflowing from my mind, unlike anything the world has ever seen. But fear acts as a lock, keeping my most creative voice trapped within.
This fight spills over into my writing. I start strong, full of emotion from all the conversations I've had. But then, as I polish and rewrite, the stories get safe, predictable. It's like I'm strangling them, trying to make them fit into a neat little box.
The storm outside rages, a mirror to the one within. A flash of lightning illuminates the room, briefly chasing away the shadows that cling to my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I type out the first line: "She lived in a world painted in shades of grey..." The words flow freely, messy and uncensored. This story is different, a mosaic of everything I've been holding back.
The voices in my head quiet, replaced by a single, strong voice. My voice.
The road ahead won't be easy. There will be rejections, self-doubt, and the constant struggle between playing it safe and being true to myself. But for the first time, I'm not afraid. The tangled thoughts in my head, once a web of uncertainties, have begun to weave a unified narrative. I'm finally ready to listen
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