I am consumed by the feeling that something is slipping away from me, like gossamer blowing away from my fingers, sands slipping through holes, blood seeping away...I don't know what it is. Feels like I am in some kind of turmoil, desperately scrabbling and clinging while tumultous forces pull me in another direction. Perhaps its the celtic music I've been listening to that makes my heart mourn like a lost soul on the moors. Or the fact that Mars is pulling further and further away, and I will not be here when it returns. Perhaps its the mask that I put on being yanked off my face. Perhaps its because I'm reading the Fountainhead and feel like I have been betraying myself. The most apt word I can find for this condition is heartsick. I need to get away, desperately...
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