You know what it feels like:
in a tornado of thoughts, mix emotions, battling with guilt in an unknown yet very familiar sea of the clearest, darkest ocean.
Would I call it anxiety? No, it’s doubt, but is it?
It’s everything at once; in a single moment in eternity.
An uncomfortable silence interrupted by an abrupt, expected sound.
Hesitation quicker than thought and action.
A search for calmness. A long search. An abandoned search. A forgotten search. A remembered search. A…
A retraction of the hand;
I’m in pain;
With love and sincerity,
Jose Michael Rubio