Gemotions

He held the unsigned card aloft, turning it over in the dim hallway light. A small piece of paper, yet it carried the weight of the world, reminding him of all the unfinished projects, the broken promises, the dreams he had set aside. He felt a tightening in his stomach, a dull ache that wouldn't go away.

He considered the card and its simple message. He wanted to go to the mountains. He wanted to start writing that novel. But the idea of taking action felt impossible. He slumped against the wall. He couldn't remember the last time he felt truly alive. The world around him seemed to slow to a crawl, and he was left behind.