A black spot on the drinking glass, tucked away hidden; Unusable. The more I dance this tango, the more the answers seem invisible. Watered down for my protection, bullet-proof vest for my sanity. Sometimes the cracks grow wider, and more slips through; Cascading down to depths unknown. I have sense enough to know not to ever delve too deep. The mind can be a tricky place, with trap doors and riddles that can leave one stuck pondering forever.
Curiously often tries to skim the surface, fear changes the curiosity into a kitten pawing at a bug, until a swift movement sends the cat booking for safety. It's a hidden blessing to disregard thoughts that haunt without even protruding effort. A robotic vacuum cleaner. Frustration sets in quite often, when I try to pry from the depths something that fascinates (or scares) me. Inside of my mind is an outrageously immense list of irrational fears. Silence, answering phones, spread out areas, most men... The list goes on.
I noticed that this cluster of words is really lacking a plot. I just really felt the need to write because, like most nights anxiety has draped itself over my face. A soaking wet cloth, allowing me no air... Just this intense urge to breathe, but my lungs feel dry and empty.
A balance would be nice. Too many dramatic highs and lows, no middle ground.
I'm just like you, but completely different.
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