Saturday, May 14th, 2011Mature


Panic rising

I can feel it

Right beneath the surface

Restless, surging, steadily growing


Any moment now

And I’ll be swept away

In a flood of fear


The torrent will subside

For a moment

I will again find my feet

And fight against the current


Another flood is coming



            I have rather an obsession with weighing myself.  I don’t know why I feel so compelled to know what I weigh… it’s not like it’s comforting, ‘cause the numbers are way too high.  So yeah, I don’t really know why.


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