Just when it feels like a landslide crashing over everything everything everything the world suddenly opens up again.

Sometimes, she wanted to be left alone because the weight of her feelings seemed unimaginably heavy for anyone else to bear.

How could she explain the ache of her torturous heart? The memories her treasonous mind refused to let go?

Living dulled her senses; the routine and the normalcy. But moments of clarity always brought her back to the anchor welded in her soul.

Late at night, when distant memories surface, she pulls at the tug of nostalgia.

In a different life, maybe they stood a chance. Maybe she didn’t walk away. Maybe he didn’t let her leave.

In a different world, maybe they could have been. Maybe she would have kissed him. Maybe he would have fought for her.

In a different universe, maybe they’re in love. Maybe she’s his heartbeat. Maybe he’s her home.

He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."

How many unspoken words exist between us?
A trail of feelings we don’t want to admit.

Some days it is fine.
Other days it is unbearable.