7 am in the morning. I welcomed it with ‘good morning’. I worke up befored my alarm rings. Fir the first time, I succedded to put down my cell phone in the living room and enter my bedroom for a good sleep. It works for sure. The challenge is addictice attachment to cell phone as a device for anxiety relief. In fact, it doesn’t relieve anxiety at all. What it does is to distract and deviate my attention and emotions with ceaseless flow of information and simple repetitive games to hold my attention. It takes away my time and energy.
I’m all too aware of these conditions.
Night visits my house every day. I cannot ask him to stop. He comes to rape me with guilts, regrets and void of feelings. The imaginary hole in my heart is invisible, yet the existence of it is ever so strongly felt. Knowledge cannot obscure what the hole feels like. Knowledge is too soluble to fill up the hole where the condition is too wet with tears damping the surfaces.
what i wish for 