Negative

I am not afraid of the negative thoughts
Not afraid of the demons that seep out through my pores
Not afraid of causing people to shun me because of myself
But 
I am afraid of the helplessness
Of the What next?
Of the So what to do about this?
Of the aftermath of each breakdown

Badum

Warmth from a graze of fingers
Chills from a glimpse of skin

All is temporary
So are these feelings

Waiting

Waiting, waiting and waiting
For something to happen

Craving for adventure but stuck in situ
Head in the clouds
Filled with ideas, imaginary scenarios and What-ifs
Body grounded but never really present

The state of being alive does not equal to living Life
Never one to act on impulse
When will I be truly free

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Jumbled words without linkage though I hope that you get what I mean or can relate to it?