Asphyxiation

I had a great fear today that you were gone. Not the kind of gone I've feared before. Not the kind of gone where you withdraw your fill from my vessel, but really gone. Taken from me against your will and pained by cold blooded hands. I checked for your response throughout the night until the early morning. I need to calm down. When I was finally really awake I sat on my bed and stared straight ahead. Hysteria ran through me as I sat still without an inch of me moving. A black....something....began to devour my chest. It was slowly creeping over my lungs as my heart was struggling to be free. It almost surrendered. I saw myself crying hysterically over hypothetical awful situations where you lay dead. I felt myself sweating and shaking, my temperature high and my body actually unmoved, as i sweated and shook. This pessimistic fear consumes me in my silence and in my most logical moments.

Mind on fire

Pen to the paper is frightening.
I'm scared to write.
I'm afraid that these thoughts are really real.
I'm worried that once they're written, the worst will become.

The world is cruel and these thoughts reflect that.

How?

How do you do what you do to me?
I wish I knew.
If I knew how you do it to me,
I'd do it to you.

The Beatles

Monsters

She sat in the silence surrounding her on the outside while inside she felt like a loud speaker was on. The feelings and thoughts persisted, resisting from settling. She wondered if others around her felt as unsettled by their insides as she did. There was the drinking and smoking that made her insides feel alien and rotten from time to time. The conflicts between her family was out of her control. It pained her but then again it's not like she was making the situation any better by not being there. Next was the unstoppable feeling to please her bosses. How could she say no when she knew they were depending on their only employee who knew the ropes. As a result of this she had a mountain of work piling up from school. Articles unread and bare sentences that screamed to be highlighted.

As she ran through the thoughts that were constantly nagging her, a deep dark pressure began to build in her chest. As hard as water pressing up against a dam anxious to break. A slow hysteria ran across her eyes, for anyone passing by to see, as she realized that all of her problems were of her own creation. That it was she who had lost control and not that too much had been placed on her.

She sat in the class that no one spoke in which made her feel like it was okay to write a to-do-list of the monsters she needed to tackle.

07/29/09

It's been a while...

09/09/09

It's the way you move, you speak, you look, you feel, you think, you react, you play, you investigate, you laugh, you respond, you yell, you respond, and everything else that you do that's so natural that makes me miss you as strongly as I always do. A scary thought of you not being with me somewhere down the line rips through me. Plunging myself into an emotional black hole is feasible when I think of your absence. I literally yearn for your skin and waking up beside you or simply being near you.