when anxiety breaks in
Oct 24, 2021
How easeful it would be if I fell in the gravel pit of eternal nothingness, drowned in the deep blue water of the Pacific or turned into the tiniest sand particle of the Sahara.
Would I be still able to feel this heart that desperately wants to break this gilded cage?
What about my trembling fingers who sorely want to stop but can’t! Will I still be capable to tame their motion?
What about these red eyes holding droplets of pain! Will they still be able to perceive the raw beauty of life?
I know big girls do not cry for anything, but why does this emptiness make me want to burst like a bubble or break like a glass?
Why doesn’t it strike my brain but my heart?
So many whys and what but no answer yet!
Still living to discover the undiscovered.
