Anxiety


A bubble-like blockage appears in my throat.
It's quite an uncomfortable feeling.
Then my heart starts to race and my palms become sweaty.
Black butterflies flutter through my insides.
To think of where I've been and what I've become leaves me breathless.
It leaves me doubtful and it leaves me disappointed.
The sun continues to shine as the earth continues to rotate, though I feel myself losing grip.
The flowers bloom and the people continue to breathe.
But I feel dead.
But then again, I don't because of this intense feeling I feel every time I think about living.

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