The moments of helplessness to never be repeated.

The moment dawns on you out of nowhere.

A crippling tightness that holds you close, weighing you down so heavily that you can barely move anymore.

The tension holds the more you try to understand it.

The chest closes even more as if breathing became a tax you couldn’t pay anymore.

The mind spirals, asking for a stop while betraying itself, making it worse.

The moments of helplessness mark themselves and claim their memory with a violent desire to never ever be repeated.

This phenomenon of the human condition, at a moment's notice, changes everything.

You suddenly feel alone even if you weren’t.

The isolation creeps in like an unwelcome visitor that doesn’t want to leave.

The torment begins not as an external force but as an internal maelstrom from within.

Can you see the treachery on display? The ownership of a dead end that makes you want to disappear…

And against all logic, disappear you must.

Yes. Disappear!

Not in the traditional sense, though, where you go hide or seek more isolation, but instead by disappearing from the sense of responsibility the self-critic bastard YOU is putting you under.

Disappearing so intimately, you are so present to it all. In the weight of it and the relief…

Disappearing because it’s not about you — it never was — and it will never be.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~