One of

anxiety

those periods of anxiety.

Overwhelmed emotionally.

Thoughts racing, tangling, conflicting.

Stubbornly incomprehensible.

Intractably elusive, insistently present.

Peace almost here, then disappeared.

Must just be tired.

A period of time.

Passing.

Cross your legs.

Take a picture.

But make it black and white.

And irrelevant.

Get a grip.

Wish the grip secure, hide in it.

Watch it pass, impassively.

Done.

Wish.

Every Thursday

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