I’ve been told to search for a quiet, sacred, place when anxiety catches its iron grip on me, However, I question if the hunt will end, when my thoughts will conclude to the finish line of my maze of a mind. When the inescapable noise will retire from my brain and body, leaving me in a peaceful state. But that dream shall never be witnessed by my tired eyes. I forever shall boycott those hurtful thoughts. The ones that are so powerful to the extent they take you on the hunt you’ve been dreading since you’ve been told about it. The place you wish you didn’t visit, but wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t.
