Where I challenge myself to write at least one micro story/text/something each week.
Miserable week has been miserable…
It’s a peculiar sensation, the sudden weight on the shoulders, the wrenching knot in the guts, the somersaults a rebellious stomach elects to do.
Then comes the mortifying fire in the veins, the burning cold icing the skin, the shredding tear in the bones.
The lungs forget how to work as the stomach drunken dance goes on above an ever tightening knot.
Total loss of control.
Shaking limbs, bitter tears and nervous laugh.
Cold sweat and heavy breathing.
Irregularly interrupted by still instants of silence within the storm raging in the head.
Dark thoughts, colliding into each other, roaming free and unchecked in a mind that cannot keep up.
Irrational fears, dreadful forebodings, nameless sorrows coming out of nowhere, invading everything.
Total loss of hope.
Never-ending pain and misery.
The demons will to dance and their resolve is unbreakable.
Resistance is futile.
Total loss of everything…