Saturday, September 1, 2012

Without a name

I'm not sure what to call this
Though, it feels an awful lot like anxiety.
My mind starts racing,
thoughts blurr by
feelings blend and shapeshift.
Control?
This feels like drowning- when your last conscious effort to reach air has escaped you,
or falling- when flailing and your sympathetic replace all thought,
or being smothered- after every muscle in your body is too fatigued to fight back.
There is no solution,
nothing I can do,
once the wheels start spinning.
Ever downhill,
spiraling
further and further
into imaginations mysery.

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