I had a sudden feeling of dread.
My techniques weren't working as anticipated: breathing, putting away, changing my thinking, ignoring it, bottling it up. No matter what, I could grasp onto that vivid imagination of death, and my fear of it.
It's still lingering there for some reason, but I've calmed it down, for now.
Can philosophical fear by relapsed? Please advise.
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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...
