A Tomb Without Walls

You begin your journey lonely beyond imagination - an emotional place I can barely begin to describe to the uninitiated. Your body, primed by puberty, has these new, natural abilities - you develop these secret ambitions for yourself that push you hard. You search for that someone. To use the technical term - you, “kiss a few frogs” - to fine tune the impossibly fragile internal instruments that detect the elusive, magical “it.” You pretend you’ve simply struck up friendships, the girl and the boy. It can’t last, this state of congenial denial - there are too many unspoken pressures - the suspense weighs on you both. . . . ps, I write short stories too