As someone who has a lot of thoughts and loves writing, I try and write them down as much as possible. This is my first collection of such thoughts.
Enjoy!
-It’s hard to write words of your own when someone else is whispering right in your ear, trying to overpower you with their own words.
-She had always had a temper, and everything was always black and white in her eyes. The only problem is that life is full of grey, and there isn’t always a black and white sort of answer.
-Soon she recognized the familiar curl of pain in her heart.
Jealousy.
It would begin pinging sharply in her chest, the pain trying to escape out into the world. It tried to use her words and actions as a conduit, but she wouldn’t allow it. Instead, the pinging continued, the intensity growing the longer she held back, until it gave up and slithered back down again, into the depths of her being.
It is a cruel thing, jealousy.
That’s why she held it prisoner within.
At least that’s what she tried to convince herself, because in the end, no one wants to admit that they are the prisoner of jealousy.
I hope you enjoyed reading my little snippets! See ya in the next post!
Erin 🙂
Twitter: @ENordhof
Prose: https://theprose.com/ennord
Eclectic Erin 