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She could not relate to them, to the kids around her, so she found refuge in stories. Later on as well… she had this feeling coming from deep within her being, she could not put her finger on it – an anxiety, a thirst for something beyond, a RESTLESSNESS. … She could be so restless,…

The prison that is my mind

I often find myself thinking of the past, of the present, of the future. Of me, of my life, of accomplishments, mostly when I see them – so glamorous, so perfect, all so pretty, some of them naturally, some due to the make up, or some due to the love they have in their lives…