THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO TO BE WASTING ALL THIS TIME.
i wanna lie on the floor and not think for a month or two.
(via rjm--rjm)
(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I’m often oppressed by a weight that suddenly falls upon me. And I find myself with fingers pressed against my furrowed brow, and a sigh, growing slowly, in my stomach. I sigh, and I groan, as my lungs labour to expel the inner ache. I groan, and I cry, as my eyes try to extinguish the inner flame.
I wish it were easier for me to navigate this mind of mine. I wish my heart were not so treacherous. I wish my eyes, and ears, were not so easily tricked by the illusions of insecurity, by the distortions of doubt. I wish I had wisdom enough to simply speak and act, without that incessant chatter of over-analysis, smothering my intentions with conclusions of my inability.
But instead I lay crippled, with my fingers on my brow, and sighs in my stomach. I lay crippled, as I struggle to steer through the psychological debris that my mind is littered with. I lay crippled, as I’m overcome, and meet the depths of poverty face-to-face.
Anxiety is a beast that swallows me sometimes, but most nights it eats away at me so slowly I am just wishing it would just devour me whole and get it over with.
Same