Have you ever woken up with 3 tons of weight on your body?
yo u couldn't ge t up from b ed, lyin g th ere for 2 h ours and try ing to ga ther you r thought s, to ar range wha t to do to day, puuush things for ward, mooove a bit in you r t asks...
instead you're lying still in bed, squeezed by weight that is pinning your body to the floor, with a load of thoughts, burden of a recent meeting, flashbacks from yesterday, and fighting with your imagination that creates monsters.
and finally you get up and hope to order your day, to put it in brackets and feel good with every task fulfilled. but burden holds you even after getting up, it doesn't release you but grasps you in the hand and clenches the fist. you cannot eat, cannot make a right move, everything is in parenthesis...
you feel the heart pounding like mad, you cannot breath, feel like vomiting and nervous... and it doesn't release you but keeps on grinding your mind, terrorizing your mind, burning you from inside.
everything is in parenthesis... your life is in parenthesis, you hang somewhere between the worlds, between the emotion and reason, between being alive and dead.
yo u couldn't ge t up from b ed, lyin g th ere for 2 h ours and try ing to ga ther you r thought s, to ar range wha t to do to day, puuush things for ward, mooove a bit in you r t asks...
instead you're lying still in bed, squeezed by weight that is pinning your body to the floor, with a load of thoughts, burden of a recent meeting, flashbacks from yesterday, and fighting with your imagination that creates monsters.
and finally you get up and hope to order your day, to put it in brackets and feel good with every task fulfilled. but burden holds you even after getting up, it doesn't release you but grasps you in the hand and clenches the fist. you cannot eat, cannot make a right move, everything is in parenthesis...
you feel the heart pounding like mad, you cannot breath, feel like vomiting and nervous... and it doesn't release you but keeps on grinding your mind, terrorizing your mind, burning you from inside.
everything is in parenthesis... your life is in parenthesis, you hang somewhere between the worlds, between the emotion and reason, between being alive and dead.
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