I feel like I’m a caged animal. A prisoner who anticipates his freedom. A dog that waits for his master, but I’m the kind of dog who can’t bear the wait. And goes to his master’s office or wherever he is. Waiting is inevitable. Like traffic or falling in love with a douche bag. I feel like I’m waiting for something astonishing and exciting. But I don’t really know what it is. And I think that’s one of the essence of life, waiting for something that is unexpected or unplanned. Like a surprise!
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My first love was writing short stories and poems, at the age of 7 years old. (and still is) Fast forward to the present, I'm a freelance Social Media Manager and Content Writer. And I spend most of my time on Clubhouse connecting, sharing, and listening to the amazing community that we have there. Connect with me @smmnicole IG: @socialmediamanager_nicole View all posts by Nicole