Anxiety

An energy of sorts takes control of the inner monologue.

Seething.

Scheming.

Looking for answers.

Race.

Rush.

Fear of being left behind.

And then.

A wave of reassuring coolness grazes the neck.

Reminding of the one true objective.

That is.

Namely.

To embrace what IS.

NOW.

Because the rest…

is but a figment.

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