Sitting by the waters edge, staring out across the pond, the storm began to roll in. The water was very still despite the subtle ripples that traced the still flat patches of the shallows. Small fish had gathered below our feet. A gentle drizzle of rain crept on slowly. The tiny droplets looked like little diamond chips hitting a wrinkled glass pane as they fell through the surface of the pond. She smelled like a sweet floral greenhouse. The rain made her scent linger low in the air and mixed in its own sweet fragrance. The moment was just that; a moment. But for me, it stretched into eons.
When the anxiety takes hold and my teetering stability capsizes, it’s like 10 million razor sharp jagged distractions are eviscerating my every thought and shredding my sanity into tiny tattered incoherent ribbons of empty confusion and defeat on the floor of my vacant mind. There is no medication on the market capable of fixing this. Big pharmaceutical companies do not create cures, they create customers.
She bent around me through the shadows like a serpent coiled around it’s prey. She consumed my entire being as I surrendered to her..
I may seem calm and collected on the surface, but there is a 50,000 person riot unfolding in my head right now…