“Relax, let every bit of your body rest, especially your mind. Leave your mind blank but completely aware.”
My mind is blank. As blank as I can possibly get it. But there is that sheet of wax paper between my worries and the front of my mind. It is holding back all my shit that piles up, causing the sheet to get a little more taught every day. Every minute. Release is the only relief. Relief is the only way that survival is possible. I poke a hole in the taught sheet. I punch right through it. But everything just goes wrong. The worries stick to my hand like leeches. Some flow out, gone forever into the abyss, but some attach themselves on the torn shreds of sheet, holding tight. Others hide behind the sheets corners, intending to stay until the trouble has passed and it is safe to resume their growth behind a new, thicker sheet. I want to have a thinner sheet. I want the worries to let go and flow out into the abyss. I need relief.
Instead of punching my hole, I just melt myself.
