inspirational anxiety

by ether   Mar 17, 2017

it all stops.
that’s it,
that’s the measurement problem.
when you focus on something
your intensions for the finished product
the flow.

not that it was any use;
an unintelligible sequence of
anxious monologue
no real beginning,
no end.
masses of middle ground,
some form of coping mechanism.
when you don’t recognise colour anymore.
when the objects in your house
no longer seem like yours;
not even this world seems like yours.
stuck in spectator mode.
i suppose that’s the psychological manifestation of felling things are “out of your control”.
(as though they were ever in your control).

his voice comes back;
you pretend to be there,
“where’s the bathroom?”
what’s the question?


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  • 11 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    The title drew me to read it. Your choice of words and the way
    you have penned it more so the layout makes it effective whilst

  • 1 year ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Ether this is wonderfully written, really love the layout and word choice here, I actually prefer this read aloud to in my head i don't know why it just feels SO much more powerful and poignant.

    Fantastic Write.


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