When you experience anxiety, it's not quite the attack that tightens your muscles or sends your mind on a never-ending marathon.
Like a gunshot.
The anticipation of the bullet leaving the barrel is what's frightening. When you can feel your stomach swell with the anti gravitational force of every fair ride, from the dark thoughts you had cancelled, shut down, thrown away.
They come rising up from the depths to haunt you and make your fingers tingle and your legs ache. You want to scream and shut your eyes tight. Find a way to push out the rising levels of emotional carbonation.
It's impossible though because your taped down on train tracks.
Get ready for an emotional wreck I tell you.
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It doesn't hit though.
The train usually lingers in the distance like a mirage.
It sounds like it's getting closer, but it never does.
There appears to be no exit sign, but there's a line of people waiting to get on the ride. It's hard to say how you even got here in the first place.
Oh. right. Anxiety.
Define that word for the human population, for it appears we all have yet to understand its true meaning and extent of devastation.
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If all valued the fragile glass slippers of self-worth and started striding with confidence, then there would be no need for anxiety anymore.
Would there?
Yet midnight strikes, with its impending gloom and we break out our slippers running from a prince that has love in his eyes.
Those innocent eyes.
