Literature
A Meaningful Story
I could feel it in my head. Pulling, twisting, turning my brain inside out. An unstoppable force.
I was going insane, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was hopeless, helpless.
Then, I was running. Fast, faster than I had ever run before, just trying to escape, to get away. Trying to be hopeful, helpful.
I ended up in a grocery store, a cool, safe haven of fresh fruits and sweet-enough-to-rot-your-teeth pastries and clean, dry stacks of organic cereal and rice. I watched calm, smiling people push their half-empty carts around the store, some with children hanging off their arms or sleeping in the cart. For a few brief moments, my