Follow the Blue Line - A quest for the origin of anxiety
I follow the blue line. I go inside.
Upon arrival my eyes seek out the entry as well as the exit points.
Since my hands are shaking and cannot function properly; I make my apologies.
My breathing is limited and urgent. Sometimes the air leaves me.
My legs are losing the ability to function., Am I turning liquid?
My chest feels heavy, an invisible rock is stuck between my nipples.
My mind is in a maze. It returns to the same rooms over and over again.
This makes me blue but curious. Why is my body so disobedient?
Upon arrival my eyes seek out the entry as well as the exit points.
Since my hands are shaking and cannot function properly; I make my apologies.
My breathing is limited and urgent. Sometimes the air leaves me.
My legs are losing the ability to function., Am I turning liquid?
My chest feels heavy, an invisible rock is stuck between my nipples.
My mind is in a maze. It returns to the same rooms over and over again.
This makes me blue but curious. Why is my body so disobedient?
