Personal Narrative: Hiding Solitude

Hiding Solitude.
Before We Have a Moment Spending life wrapped in a coddle of emotions and experiences I cannot sort through I’ve set out on a journey to explain myself to you. Walking through life while collecting moments I fail to piece together I’ve created a litany of lessons and frustrations I’m attempting to share. None of this should be extraordinary news; I never climbed a mountain ( or completed other like physical feats) to find enlightenment, I’ve failed to create a technology which will save lives, I’m nothing special just a neighborhood twenty year old writing stories for you; nuggets of disdain, snark, discovery, and solitude. Twenty years on a planet is exhausting, I’m still not confident that adults can survive beyond this
One most important is to not run with scissors, you are taught to believe that running in this manner will most likely lead to a stumble, fall, and breaking of skin from scissors and their razor sharp arms. Similar warnings should exist for sparkling green glassware. We should be telling people, “Don’t run with sparkling green glassware, you’ll trip, fall, cut your body open on shards and bleed. Look, now you’ve hurt yourself.” Because there are no such warning for sparkling green glassware I fell victim to this lapse in judgement; and, in a painfully slow moment my mind entered a trance caused by this fleeting sun set moment. Standing, clinging to a third floor window my imagination would not let go to wondering how the sun would appear if outside instead of from behind a bullet proof plexiglass shield. This unannounced hypnosis meant, my left middle quadrant would break a fall between four unforgiving concrete parking garage stairs and my glassware. Leaving my room was a flurry; slipping on sandals ( a less than wise selection in footwear) grappling for a scarf to protect my neck from wind, and attempting to navigate a tote bag in search of my ever disappearing keys. I was awkwardly trampling out from my bedroom determined to watch this sunset unfold. After slamming the apartment door shut behind my rear I debated for half a second between taking the elevator or bolting for the stairs. Sadly, for myself, the stairs won out and I was again racing to greet sunset with my