I’m a stranger in my own skeleton. Flashing Lights, Thumping Bass. My skin Jumps. Soul, forced out the confines of my body. Arms, Legs, they belong to another. Eyes, detached from their sockets. My Head was up, but I could not See. I freeze in place. Heart, replaced by an uncontrollable beat. I cannot tell them apart. Friends, all around me. I’m alone, foreign. The Attack crept up on me before making its fatal pounce arresting and holding captive every sense that once was mine. I surrendered to my Old Friend, someone I had not seen in years, embraced it warmly and it hugged me till I passed out. My pastor taught me to be hospitable but I’m too much of a people pleaser to let It know when It’s overstayed its welcome.
Hey, it’s Aly
Been struggling with some anxiety lately, and writing it out is the only way I really know how to cope.
January’s almost over! I hope the year has been treating everyone well!
(Art taken from Pinterest; artist unknown. if you know who the artist is pls let me know so I can credit!!)
Thank you for this. Every beautiful word made me feel understood. It’s nice to meet you, fellow host to the darkness. 💜
i love this sasa, the way 'its' so foreign and close, familiar yet despised...