Three Crumbs.

I stared at the three unidentified, aging crumbs underneath of my living room side table. I’m in a room full of faces that have disappeared behind smoke. They are all talking at once, but I’m putting my mind into a stare to muffle their conversations. I grew tired of hearing conversations that could sometimes make me feel angry, confused or insecure. During this moment, I was feeling so down; I couldn’t take the possibility of those conversations going on a downward spiral. My nerves were too shot. I had no time to feel negative; It was time to build myself up.

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