He sat on his comfortable chair and slowly cracked his knuckles to ease his anxiety before placing his hands on the keyboard.
Then word by word, sentences and paragraphs were formed to tell a story of a parallel universe. One where he has the power to choose, to be happy… to belong.
He smirked.
His exquisite mind is his escape from reality.
Writing as an escape is truly an exquisite thing.
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So true! 😁
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