336. Distractions: Write about how it feels when you can't focus.
It’s a weight in my chest. Pushing. Heaving. Immovable and suffocating.
It’s a coil in my limbs. Taut. Tense. Wound up into small springs straining to burst.
It’s a pounding behind my eyes. Thudding. Echoing. Urging it the balls into different places.
I need to do this. I need to complete this. Please, brain, let me focus.
No. No. No.
Yet I can't. My mind drifts into some imaginary place I built and sustain.
One track diverges into a million different lanes
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Short StoryEvery day of the year, I'll be writing a short story, a poem, or even a reflection over my own life. It's a wild and crazy journey. I like to experiment with different styles and different ideas. Ever since starting to do this at the first of the ye...
