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Again.
No, not again.
You find yourself again, back pressed into the wall, knees curled to your chest, head buried and concealed in your hands. Matted and unkempt, your hair shields your face from the outside world.
Shivers from an inner cold engulf your tired limbs. Your heart flutters weakly behind your chest, but you cannot find any rhyme or reason within your clouded mind for these sensations.
You just want to disappear from the world, from the rays of the morning light threatening to return you to a reality you so longed to ignore, their heated fingers of flames. Too scared are you to die, but too exhausted are you to continue on wandering in a fog of uncertainty. Each night as you crawl into the sanctuary of your bed, you pray out into the darkness for you to fall into a never ending sleep.
Fading away, sleeping forever, anything to relieve you of this clenching in your chest.
And just when the anxiety steals away your natural inclination to breathe or beat your heart from your confinements of your hollow chest, he is there, his musky scent filling your nostrils. The scratchy fibers of his glove and calloused fingertips encircle your hands. Jolting from your darkened trance, you gaze into eyes of cool green, soft pools of calm and serenity. You chest tightens again, but this time with waves of electricity just from the brushing of his fingers against your sensitive skin. As he kneels before you, the rough pads caress your skin as he sweeps away the veil of hair concealing your eyes full of exhaustion, hopelessness and sorrow. Without utter another word or emitting one sound, save for slow, deep breathes, he cups your face in the warmth of his hands and presses his forehead against yours. You cannot help but withhold a smile. You sense the strands of his golden hair tickling the tops of your cheeks, the moist heat from his nose feathering your mouth, the slight contact from the rims of his lips, tingling your own, the support of his palms, cradling your face.
I’ll always be here for you, he seems to say.
You seen so many changes over this strained period of time, inside and out. You are pulled and tugged both by your inner turmoil to the natural changes of life.
But, one thing you can depend on, one thing you always place your hope in resided in this moment right here, basking in the soft light of morning.
He would always remain at your side. He would never leave you, both in your good times and bad.
And that is one thing you know will never change.
No, not again.
You find yourself again, back pressed into the wall, knees curled to your chest, head buried and concealed in your hands. Matted and unkempt, your hair shields your face from the outside world.
Shivers from an inner cold engulf your tired limbs. Your heart flutters weakly behind your chest, but you cannot find any rhyme or reason within your clouded mind for these sensations.
You just want to disappear from the world, from the rays of the morning light threatening to return you to a reality you so longed to ignore, their heated fingers of flames. Too scared are you to die, but too exhausted are you to continue on wandering in a fog of uncertainty. Each night as you crawl into the sanctuary of your bed, you pray out into the darkness for you to fall into a never ending sleep.
Fading away, sleeping forever, anything to relieve you of this clenching in your chest.
And just when the anxiety steals away your natural inclination to breathe or beat your heart from your confinements of your hollow chest, he is there, his musky scent filling your nostrils. The scratchy fibers of his glove and calloused fingertips encircle your hands. Jolting from your darkened trance, you gaze into eyes of cool green, soft pools of calm and serenity. You chest tightens again, but this time with waves of electricity just from the brushing of his fingers against your sensitive skin. As he kneels before you, the rough pads caress your skin as he sweeps away the veil of hair concealing your eyes full of exhaustion, hopelessness and sorrow. Without utter another word or emitting one sound, save for slow, deep breathes, he cups your face in the warmth of his hands and presses his forehead against yours. You cannot help but withhold a smile. You sense the strands of his golden hair tickling the tops of your cheeks, the moist heat from his nose feathering your mouth, the slight contact from the rims of his lips, tingling your own, the support of his palms, cradling your face.
I’ll always be here for you, he seems to say.
You seen so many changes over this strained period of time, inside and out. You are pulled and tugged both by your inner turmoil to the natural changes of life.
But, one thing you can depend on, one thing you always place your hope in resided in this moment right here, basking in the soft light of morning.
He would always remain at your side. He would never leave you, both in your good times and bad.
And that is one thing you know will never change.
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Just another drabble exploiting some of my feelings involving healing from fears and anxieties, one that I so desperately long for, and many others will. So yeah. That's all.
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awesome!