Anx

I feel like the pressure of the world is getting worse.

That I'm Atlas trying to hold the weight of an ever growing world.

Pressure.
So much pressure.

There's a light.

That one light in the darkness.

That one candle in the dark room.

That one lightbulb in the basement.

That one star that shines the brightest of them all.

It can be a friend.

A book.

A story.

A journal.

Artwork.

A place.

A feeling.

An emotion.

A song.

An instrument.

Oh—
Where—

Where did my star go?

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I feel like that had a depressing ending. Oh well.

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