Swirling through feelings.
Chest filled with sludge.
Trying to remove the suffocating compression around my stomach.
Mood is low. Hope is high.
Out of the darkness comes Purple. Turquoise. Blush. Light.
Which emotions are mine? Which are another’s? Hard to differentiate.
When angst grips it’s hard to breathe.
Healing seems slow…time will rejuvenate.