Writing Prompt: A Person Undergoing a Change
It should be fairly simple, shouldn’t it? I mean, you only spend just your entire life in search of some sort of deeper meaning that makes it all worth it, right? Um. Maybe best not to think that way. There’s only so much a heart can vehemently pound against one’s ribs before the rest of their body decides it’s time to call it a night and peace out for five minutes. But on second thought, fainting sounds like a far more pleasant option that the ever-increasing panic spiral that’s swirling throughout my body and making my hands sweat in a very, very unladylike manner. Thorns and sweaty hands? Not a great combo when holding a bouquet that could very well just wilt away and then that’s a bad omen for the next journey of my life and goddamn is that piano loud I feel like every bang of the keys is a slamming into the side of my temples and it freaking hurts to wear heels why is it ladylike to wear stilettos maybe I should lay down and nope okay I’m being ushered. Deep breaths. Ladylike. You
