If dreams be brief and solemn-sweet content is in my making. If dreams be drawn and rip’ed rife more mood is for the taking. I’s fine for week till suddenly dreams crash upon my brow. Awakening in my running heart that life is just a sound. or the nobody I’ve found. Or all I fail to do. Or who I want and cannot have. In a gentle way, I shake my world inside me when nothing’s really ******-up Conflict is in my default settings so I revert once the battery’s used up.
Anxiety and insecurity in one’s ****** orientation make youth’s normal dating and socializing a different beast.
Black hellebore aka Christmas rose for anxiety, and the wish for that anxiety to be tranquilized.