There’s some desire to get out of the house, to go to any one of multiple activities, tonight. Yet, I’m daunted by the trek, the possible costs...
And a piece of my soul that feels utterly defeated, that would rather cause harms to myself, or waste away, curled up in a fetal position in my bed.
I feel terribly alone, even in a crowd of thousands.
Yet, I’m also terrified of actually talking with anyone about the ambiguous anxiety... and so I remove myself, one space, and write about it, here...
And I leave my phone silenced, as I crawl under the covers...
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