quarantine…

Fourth day.

I wish I could stay home safe.

But can’t.

I should have, I could have.

But can’t.

For straight two weeks I have this pressure on my chest that makes it hard to breath and I can’t get rid of it.  It stayed there like a knife stuck to my chest.

I took a long deep breath, thrice

I took a long loud sigh, nada.

Anxiety.

The fleeting feeling that something wrong is about to happen, even though everything seems fine and you have no actual reasons to worry…20190126_083314

Anxiety.

The fear of something invisible to the eye.

Tomorrow I will be back to work again with a halo called

anxiety.

G.

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