Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the city street blurred into a meaningless stream of noise. Anna felt detached, like an observer to her own life. The secret account was like a weight tied to her ankle, dragging her down into a sea of disillusionment. She’d tried to talk, but the words felt clumsy and awkward.

She clutched her handbag, her knuckles white. She looked in at the cafe, but the joy of coffee eluded her. She was unable to connect. She headed to the park, the green grass and trees did not soothe her.

She found a bench and sat down, staring into the distance, lost in a spiral of negative thoughts. The energy of the world felt overwhelming. The sunlight seemed to mock her. Tears welled up in her eyes.