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.

I’m a natural listener, easily lost in the worlds of others. Their emotions are like waves crashing over me. It's a strange talent, like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings. But beneath this chameleon skin burns a desire to break free. My mind is full of fantastical tales, unlike anything anyone’s ever imagined. Yet, fear keeps my unique voice locked inside.

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. Lightning explodes in the sky, momentarily dispelling the darkness of my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I begin to type: "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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