Anxiety.

Gushing through the veins of this not so fierce anatomy, anxiety seems to have found a new domain now. It’s an unfamiliar fervour this conscience has been thriving to get acquainted to though failing miserably an unreckoned number of times to be precise! 

Some dawns leave me deserted wondering that life would have been such an euphoric place to reside in had these subtle emotions been perishable just like those pieces of edibles lying around. 

The ticking of the antique clock occupies some magnificent fraction of my brain, reminding me of passing time, and makes me feel that every way that I venture leads to nothingness. The way to get out of it may be to wander away in the shore, amidst the plethora of miniscule pebbles, away from the vicinity of turmoil.

But then what better can these feeble fingers do beyond merely scratching it down on the pieces of a lifeless framework? :’)