2. anxiety

A silence too full,

Too loud,

Yet hushed,

Filling souls as it screams and eerie quiet,

An eternity of blackness creeps in,

Secrets hidden behind straight corners,

Up is down,

Down is up,

Why should making sense matter?

Questions are monsters here,

Plaguing nightmares,

Preventing peace,

Time soon bends my pleas,

A crackle,

A command,

A confirmation,

Buttons are the magic of movement,

Secure for a journey like no other,

Fond memories rush back,

As they hurtle forth,

Stomachs are a distant memory,

Coming home,

Holding tight

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