You Weren’t Meant to be a Snail
I see you standing along the edges, hiding in the shadows, rushing from the elevator to your cubicle, afraid to look up. You never feel comfortable with compliments; you are so afraid to be noticed. You envy those who are so glib with words. Inside, it’s a grey place, but it’s the only safe space you have. You recall a time when you weren’t hurting like this, when you didn’t retreat. That was so very long ago. The only time you interact is on screen with people far, far away who can... [Read More...]
