At this moment in time I feel like a cardboard box which has 'fragile' emblazoned on it and thick tape wrapped around it screaming the same distress call. Except-
I am not a cardboard box.
I am a human contained in something fleeting and although I would like to be carried gently though the world like my metaphorical box, I am instead hurtling through the abyss too fast to be able to slow it down and oh, if only I could just slow this all down.
Outside of the metaphorical box I am still fragile. I just don't have any protection. And I am too well versed in hiding.
The air and the balance in the world feels off to me. At the slightest change of anything in this fickle universe, my eyes are ready to bawl and the only stopper to this outpouring of grief is the inevitable grief of being 'found out'.
I don't know why this is happening. I don't understand it. But it sucks. And it hurts. And I feel brittle and fragile and I am scared.
Of too many things and everything.
I am not a cardboard box.
I am a human contained in something fleeting and although I would like to be carried gently though the world like my metaphorical box, I am instead hurtling through the abyss too fast to be able to slow it down and oh, if only I could just slow this all down.
Outside of the metaphorical box I am still fragile. I just don't have any protection. And I am too well versed in hiding.
The air and the balance in the world feels off to me. At the slightest change of anything in this fickle universe, my eyes are ready to bawl and the only stopper to this outpouring of grief is the inevitable grief of being 'found out'.
I don't know why this is happening. I don't understand it. But it sucks. And it hurts. And I feel brittle and fragile and I am scared.
Of too many things and everything.
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