I keep imprisoning myself. How can I get free?
I finally knew where I was going, so why was the road so dark?
I desperately wanted to be rescued, but I had to fall before I could see that my rescuer had been with me the whole time.
Movement might be proof of life, but stillness helps us come to life.
How to have fun in anxiety without really dying.
Predictable as weather, I clouded up and rained today.