Tag: anxiety
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The Blueprint
I keep laying out blueprintsfor things I’ve already built.Not because they need fixing,but because I can’t stop seeingthe empty spaces between the lines. Everyone else points at the structure;the beams holding,the rooms lit,the whole thing standingexactly as intended.They call it solid.They call it good.Some even call it beautiful. But I’m still at the drafting table,pencil…
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A Polite Haunting
Some days, a tiny creature wakes up inside my chest, a moth‑sized doubt with button eyes and too much interest. It flutters through my ribcage with a soft, persistent bluff, whispering in a velvet voice, what if you’re not enough? It’s polite about its haunting, it never claws or makes a scene;just rearranges furniture in…
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A Hinge That Creaks When You Touch It
The end of the year doesn’t merely arrive.It accumulateslike dust in corners,like thoughts you meant to throw outbut kept because they hummed when you touched them. Time gets slippery here.Days stack crooked.Hours lean against each otherlike they’re tired of holding themselves upright. You start hearing thingslike the soft click of a calendar shedding its skin,the…
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Frost On the Window
Frost on the window isn’t weather,it’s handwriting.Someone, something,scribbling messages in a languageyour breath almost understands. The patterns aren’t patterns.They’re maps.Blueprints.Veins of a creaturethat only exists when the temperature dropsand forgets itself when the sun returns. Sometimes the frost looks like branches,but the trees outside swearthey’ve never grown that way.Sometimes it looks like feathers,but no bird…
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A Sorry Habit
I say sorry for the weather, sorry for my shoes, sorry for the way silence sits heavy between us.My mouth is a coin purse and the word jingles out whenever the room tilts a degree I don’t like.I apologise like a habit. I apologise for walking into a room with too much thought, for folding…
Weather In My Ribs 