My chest hurts.
Its an unbelivable feeling to feel what I feel. So many emotions.
Doubt. Fear. Anger. Disappointment…..Hope?
I can’t recall a time where I have felt such pain. Have I ever felt it?
I wonder if I was jumping to conclusions.
If it was not true then why does it hurt so much.
So much that I can’t seem to breathe…[gasp].
History repeats itself.
But what If I can overide history.?
Can such power exist?
I am the creator of my story
My perception.
My life.
If I am the narrator…why does it feel so uncontrollable?
life normally is uncontrollable and unpredictable we just have to learn to roll w/the punches
Because it’s the author, not the narrator, that writes the story.