Saturday, July 30, 2011

Good as Gold

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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