Anxiety

One moment you are sitting still,
the other you're not. The worst 
moment for anxiety to hit is 
probably when you least expect
it. Can you expect it though? It
waits for you to be weak, or to
be your happiest self. It strikes
when you feel nothing and then 
your whole world comes collapsing.
Anxiety, holds you hostage in your
own body. Sucks your soul and 
keeps it that way, lifeless and 
unattended. It's the feeling of heat
in an air-conditioned room, the dip
in your heart while taking a dump,
the paralyses induced when you 
hear about that one trigger that you
just discovered is triggering. 
ANXIETY, the word is enough to 
render you inactive, perplexed, 
agitated, sad, and all the other 
emotions you can't name. This 
blank document writing itself 
and bringing within it the anxious
scrolling while the heart still dips
and beats in tones not understood
by me.

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