the little things: i should have been someone else

The sound of my boots clicking on the gleaming cream linoleum as I walk the long empty hallway resonates through the air and echoes in my soul. I breathe deeply, slowly in rhythm with my steps. When was the last time I have been so alone? That I experienced such heavy silence pressing in on me; only the tap-tap, tap-tap of my boots breaking the continuum? Even my heart seems to beat in time. In this moment I find myself acutely aware of the entire journey I had traveled thus far.

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I’m thrilled to have been asked to write this piece for my dear and talented friend Cara Meredith’s blog. Read the rest of this post and spend some time perusing her other lovely work at: http://carameredith.com/2014/08/05/the-little-things-i-should-have-been-someone-else-aleah-marsden/