As I sit waiting, for the anxiety to leve, my brain and soul out of sync, the ego on a rampage, as it does not want to be destroyed, as I place the ego delicately into the blender, it lashes out making me feel things I don't want to feel, the sunsets on the Past, the future melted away, losing myself to the struggle for a breath, before I let go, of all things past and future, only the present exists, but as a functioning part of the social gears, the feeling rises up like a lashing out Tiger in the shadows of my mind, ready to destroy, any hope the soul has of releaf. When the sections of, my mind becomes clear, losing the I, and becoming one, is like reaching into a black hole with your Self, and expecting to come out on top, but instead, the depression dips, and anxiety flows like a ragejng river across the land of my Soul Sanbox world, as Awakening unfolds the tangles strings of my soul, it's 15 years of Anxiety and pain, before the control over pain and anxiety become real, and the belief in self invigoration, the slides of existence fold into the unknown , as dreams become a separate world from which storeys are told.
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick