Unfiled Thoughts

Rummaging thru a shoe box filled with paper, each page a note of thoughts and feelings all jumbled together. I pick thru them looking for one good feeling, one ray of hope, but thoughts are in bold blood red letters triggering a cascade of feelings of dread and dispare, so many negatives so few positives. I begin to feel hollowed out this is to much of a task to file each one away, unable to get away from the terror of myself.