The dread is still there, but I don't know if I should drive it away. It feels like I'm delaying the problem, procrastinating if you will, instead of solving it.
I don't think the dread is too harsh though, but that could just be me becoming more and more desensitized to the feeling. It's like it's getting stretched out, becoming a slow burn. I don't know if that's better than the days of peace I'd have before a stronger attack happened. Like climbing a gentle hill for miles instead of scaling a wall for just a few minutes.
You know, I hope you read this Greg. Or at least, I hope someone would read this. Maybe even share it. That would be lovely.
YOU ARE READING
Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ahead, but I can't promise...
