Gemotions

The weight of the words on the screen pressed down on her. Her application essay, now a shining beacon of youthful potential, felt like a cruel joke. She had envisioned so much, felt so sure of her future.

Her apartment felt small, the walls closing in. She felt a burning need to leave, to escape the confines of her current life. She grabbed her coat and keys, the simple act of preparing to leave giving her a small measure of relief.

As she stepped out onto the street, the city air offered no solace. The people, the cars, the noise, all blended into an overwhelming cacophony. She felt lost, adrift in a sea of possibility, unable to find an anchor.