Tuesday, March 18

Tick-Tock


I feel like a ticking timebomb on countdown, filled to the brim with frustration, just anxiously awaiting and fearing my own explosion.

My chest feels cramped, as though invisible Schwarzenegger arms are squeezing the blood out of my heart, draining my lifeline.

I'm trying so hard to cope. I take deep, slow breaths from the bottom of my lungs, drawing from the bottom of my lungs, hoping this can calm down the almost-irrational fear that's building in me.

I feel like a racecar driver, speeding down the highway past blurred trees, streetlights and buildings and suddenly realizing, the brakes don't work.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

ooops! baka mabangga!

Jet said...

ok... breath in, breath out... kalma lang.

hope you're feeling better Abi. :D

 
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