The solid mass that a jungle of scribbled lines create. That shapeless bunch of black with white gaps, that disorderly pen creation. That is what anxiety forms in heart. Just puts it there on the floor—the weighty bundle of chaos. I was wondering if I could put this emotion into words while I felt it. And if it would, in any way, lessen it. Guess it didn’t~
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I have marveled through years at your ability to express emotions clearly, particularly the dark ones. I just hope it’s not you who feels them too.
Really? I thought you called me a masochist or something for that kind of writing earlier.
Thanks, btw. (:
I’m so very sorry for that. Was too young and reckless with new words back then. Didn’t know you’d remember this for so long.
I REALLY appreciate your clarity and hope it’s not you who feels this.
Maria. It made just as much sense as anxiety usually does..
So I guess it does in a way describe anxiety..