When my ideas and my thoughts become so abstract and translucent (which, is an abstract thought in and of itself), they manifest themselves physically as an aching in my chest, a knot of anxiety for fear of not being able to feel the ground beneath me. When nothing is concrete, when I have nothing to anchor myself to any one place and my anxiety has no place to channel itself, it turns in on itself- I become a black hole of worry, a self-destructing vacuum that eats up and processes everything it can, transmuting it so that any random thought is victim to fear and panic.And the worst part is, I have nothing to show for it.
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