I feel better now.
Words unwritten, thoughts unspoken, and emotions undocumented fill the empty space. Empty space in my room, empty space between you and I, empty space inside me. The aura created permeates and overwhelms, pulling me, dragging me, suffocating me down, down down.
If only things could be made safe through listing and quantification!
I live my life like a child without food. A nibbling hunger is brushed off and ignored; it soon subsides. This goes undetected for hours, days, weeks, but resurfaces suddenly and with surprising force, stopping me in my tracks. I cannot move forward because the pain of the emptiness consumes me. This aching hunger fills my being, colouring my every experience, increasing irritability. I no longer like who I have become, but all I can do is struggle to survive another day while deprived of my basic need for nourishment.
If only things could be made safe through listing and quantification!
I live my life like a child without food. A nibbling hunger is brushed off and ignored; it soon subsides. This goes undetected for hours, days, weeks, but resurfaces suddenly and with surprising force, stopping me in my tracks. I cannot move forward because the pain of the emptiness consumes me. This aching hunger fills my being, colouring my every experience, increasing irritability. I no longer like who I have become, but all I can do is struggle to survive another day while deprived of my basic need for nourishment.