“Smile, you’re alive,” they said and so I smiled—or maybe it was just my mouth that formed into something that supposedly resembled a smile.
Something deep inside of me, a tiny voice somewhere in my head, it kept whispering into my ear that there was something missing, something wasn’t in its place, something about me was incomplete.
Words weren’t enough to make me feel alive.
I existed, but I ached for something more, something deeper, something much more intense.
“Breathe,” they said, like breathing was easy.
Here are my five sentences written for this week’s FSF. Have any thoughts? Let me know!