Delete. Type. Delete, delete, delete. Start again. I have
something very important to tell you, yet it doesn’t want to become a form of
words. It burns my soul with its white fire and tightens my throat when I’m
attempting to say it out loud. A heavy exhale. Yes that helps temporarily, let
me do it again. Dizziness kicks in; well at least my physical symptoms are now
in line with my emotional ones. Start typing again. My fingertips are hitting
the keyboard at such a rapid speed that my skin is burning up. Sloooow down,
this is not making sense. Delete, delete.
New paragraph. Organise the tornado
of thoughts. I need to understand where to start and why do I want to start. Do
I want to start? Stop confusing yourself even more, no questions. Just type.
Two more sentences are formed, let me read them back. Doesn’t this sound
miserable? Was that another question?! Hush now consciousness, this truth
inside my soul needs to be born. It needs to be shared with you but firstly I
need to admit it to myself and stop running away from it. This is not a rabies
ridden dog trying to bite my arm off but this is…delete, delete.
The realisation hits so hard on my chest that I
struggle to breathe for a few seconds. I do not know what it is that I must
tell myself. It all remains the playhouse of Confusion.
New paragraph. Organise the tornado
of thoughts. I need to understand where to start and why do I want to start. Do
I want to start? Stop confusing yourself even more, no questions. Just type.
Two more sentences are formed, let me read them back. Doesn’t this sound
miserable? Was that another question?! Hush now consciousness, this truth
inside my soul needs to be born. It needs to be shared with you but firstly I
need to admit it to myself and stop running away from it. This is not a rabies
ridden dog trying to bite my arm off but this is…delete, delete.