This is a poem from before COVID when we could sit at a park and try to guess the stories behind every bystander’s life.
I have been feeling the existential dread peaking through my curtains at night lately. It almost feels like a gigantic kraken passing by my tiny mouse window and looking inside to find only a pitiful scene. At any point it could smash my reality into oblivion or choose to ignore my singular insignificant existence. SoContinue reading “The Anxiety of Existing”
After attempting my first half-marathon I realized how similar the feeling is to going through an anxiety attack. Here it is how.
When you need to shout in anger, you better make yourself heard, otherwise the anger will just ask for more.
When it haunts you, it’s better to face it than run away