Open Letter to You, the Anxious Ones

It feels like you're running out of time, or rather the fear of time running out. It wants time itself to stop, not in the example of death, but for it to freeze. So even just for a moment, you had the power to control everything. Anxiety has this deep need of self-centrism; for you [...]

Ambedo

i’d watch him; reading a book concentrating intensely on that one page and repeatedly push his hair back, but failed in trying to get it off his face. the tense look upon his face broken by his smile – oh that smile he possessed. i’d watch him; his fingers dancing across the fretboard of his [...]