my face has two hemispheres,
logical and analytical,
sensitive and anxious.
who knew i could be such a gemini,
born in the month of july.
although my anxiety is here all the time,
a constant dull aching in the pit of my chest.
sometimes it tangles it's way around my ribs like vines,
growing across the length of my spine and up to my brain.
and other times it sinks down and rests where it sits in my chest,
still aching but not unbearably,
and is able to be put off to the side for later.
although, the ache is always constant and is always there.
i wish it would go away,
and it's only ever gone away a couple of times.
a couple of times that will never repeat,
a rare series of events in which everything was going okay for me.
but it's better to have experienced them and to hope for more,
that to focus on my internal battle between brain and heart.
between where the ache lies, the both the truth and the lies do as well.
