Written by Diana Iz
The panic in my chest begins to take hold.
I can feel my lungs closing in on me.
I’m gasping for air but nothing is coming in.
Where is my life leading?
Where will I be in five years?
Decisions and choices staring at me.
Choice.
The power of that word.
The exponential amount of roads manifested.
Alternate lives.
The different faces I see in these parallel dreams.
Who do I want to become?
Where will I be?
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