​Anxiety

Anxiety hits you in a place gives you a pain a place that you you know where it is but you can’t really locate just feel it in your chest in your soul it’s difficult to describe it’s not really look like Spain at the same time again it’s not really sharp or jacket smooth around the edges it’s not really piercing or repeated or increasing by is it all of the same time

And sometimes you just put on a song and it hits you in that spot sometimes you don’t know why sometimes you listen to that song at the times but this time it was just different but it’s that same familiar feeling that by the end of it you find conference anymore to go away at the same time never wanted to come back it’s like you want to escape and you know what the same time I just resonates waiting do you wish you could imagine it as an object or being or just scramble it doesn’t have a face and outline a personality or structure it’s not entity sun object you can it’s not a signal in internal matter that you can bend that well stuck with you you can’t quite get rid of it it’s a part of you apart that you wish you could take out but at the same time you want to keep something that causes you pain but you can’t seem to have the will to get rid of a toys with your heart toys with your mind bending them and shaping them at well it’s control is distinguishable from that from your own will either have to fight it or coexist with them maybe it’s always there and always will it’s in every human but each it’s safe differently it functions differently sometimes you find people’s eyes sometimes you see sometimes you feel it’s there and someone else you try to take on their burden 1 neglecting your own even though you know that you can’t fix it you might feel pity you might feel guilt but deep down you know you can do s*** about it this thing has claimed countless life we will many started some entity of its own with limits beyond our comprehension

It’s shaped by our past and future but we can’t shape it we have to bend to fit around it’s a burden each of us must carry although it’s easy for some stuff for others as he weighs differently on each of us can be a boulder or pebble and dropping and shuttering that burden is often the end as with it it’s difficult to survive without it survival is not an option some of us might try to chip away at it make it smaller less potent some of us hand hours to others but in the end it warps around the chisel and consumes it