Bagged Emotions
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A bit of exploring how my thoughts and emotions can be portrayed with the prompt bag.
Hope you enjoy it and do not feel how the person in this piece of writing does
If you do feel like this person, I am so sorry that you do.
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Bagged Emotions

She wandered along the streets of her mind

She started wandering on Friday

She saw herself from a bird's eye view in the last block in school

Her face looked withdrawn, annoyed and connecting with other students emotions

The message was a bit unexpected but still annoying nonetheless

Blah blah blah a lockdown maybe blah blah blah school cancelled for at least a month maybe blah blah blah

She continued on her walk down the halls of white into Sunday night

She looked at herself

So much hope for tomorrow

So much hope for school

In this part off of the white hallway, a rerun of writing a note to a friend is playing

She stands there, watching the rerun until she realises she must continue on for the purpose of this story

Her next stop is the white hallway streaked with the grays of worries, yellows of hope and happiness:

Her next stop is the white hallway streaked with the grays of worries, yellows of hope and happiness: Monday morning.

She watched what the projection of memory showed

It showed her turning her siblings bedroom lights on to wake them up

It showed her running down the stairs, eager for breakfast and going to school

Her parents were both awake

Her parents told her that school was cancelled until April the 13th

The happiness she felt continued on as she thought about that

When she realised what they had said,

When she realised what they had said, she was still happy

When she realised what they had said, she was still happy, she turned her siblings bedroom lights off

When she realised what they had said, she was still happy, she turned her siblings bedroom lights off and then felt a twinge of sadness

when she realised what they had said, again.

She stopped the tape and walked further down the hallway, into Monday afternoon

All she saw herself doing was hiding her sadness

All she saw herself doing was hiding that one moment of sadness by being, almost forcefully, crazy with happiness

She stopped watching and walked through the next few weeks

Her heart became a container, let's call it a bag

The bag, it held all of her memories, good, bad and indifferent

The bag, specifically, takes the memories and separates them

All the negative emotions stay within the bag

and all the positive ones are found in a short lived cup of coffee on a Wednesday morning

She walks through the halls still

She notices how the family sees her as okay

If only they read about her bag leaking

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