Anxious for what?
Why so much desire?
Born and reborn again in my heart mind.
ANXIETY clenching my body like as if I were a vice squeezed tight, making my breath shallow like the creek behind my childhood home; cold and rocky. Loose me, for I'm seeking a warm oasis of love. So much desire trapped within my heart; born and reborn again.
I tell myself to breathe deep and my face muscles relax. Has this always been the problem only noticeable now because there are no things readily accessible outside myself to fulfill the desires of my mind?
Some say ignorance is bliss, but my ignorance is known to me for I have an addiction to everything I desire.
Would there only be more wanting and anxiety to be filled if the current needs, flowing ceaselessly like blood through my veins, were to be filled?
I am vain and this makes me more blind to my own flaws that undoubtedly lead to my imprisonment, and the Anxious need to be free.
