they’re the only thing keeping you going. they help you forget that little corner of your brain that is drowning and suffocating and burning. they melt away the numb and paralyzing nights and make you feel alive. they give beauty and value new meanings. a lifetime of adventures, and stories, and in the moment moments are all you can see in the hues of their eyes.

-the fine line between hope and naïve

Anxiety

therapy. a refuge of my being.

a place where my mind acts as inkblots

only i can see.

i lay down or write, most times i don’t speak.

i’m scared that i’ll mumble faster, than i can think.

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

anxiety

intense, excessive, and persistent fear

about everyday situations.

ignored because of its familiarity

abused because of its formality

no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience.