Where do I find peace of mind
In the crevices of deep thoughts
Or in pointless banter?
When someone pulls my love handles
Or in the last breath before I sleep?
When I recite stories to a rock
Or when I walk free
off the dependence on the greater powers?
When I relish old pictures
Or when I lose myself in the memories of music?
When do I really feel at peace?
All I taste is my own breath
Pacing faster than my thoughts
I wish I could describe what anxiety feels like.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
Where do I find peace of mind
In the crevices of deep thoughts
Or in pointless banter?
When someone pulls my love handles
Or in the last breath before I sleep?
When I recite stories to a rock
Or when I walk free
off the dependence on the greater powers?
When I relish old pictures
Or when I lose myself in the memories of music?
When do I really feel at peace?
All I taste is my own breath
Pacing faster than my thoughts
I wish I could describe what anxiety feels like.
Anxiety is greater than me.
