The sense of problems niggles at me. I can’t help but question what all this thinking, all this judgment, all this monotony, this constant striving to get somewhere at some point is – it is like a treadmill. I have watched repetitive habit energies circling my body, brain, and emotions. Survival tactics, looking into the deep dark chasm of anger and fear. My emotions and thinking run towards the hills; they wonder, wander and wobble.
Sometimes I think I am alone, with only words to explain, yet the words seem limited. They do not feel expansive enough to express the inexpressible. However, that is the limitation that constricts the expression. They are the color we add to the world. Bombarded by them everywhere. Some words are filled with fear, some longing, desire, yearning, empty, sad, angry, and frustrated. The emotions seem rooted deeper than the words can offer as their form of expression.
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