Panic Attack

My eternal self is laughing at me while I
Hyperventilate before calendars and time.
Is there no sympathy for feeling ephemerally
Sorry for oneself? I remind myself of
Nature’s stillness, the way the Grand Canyon
Peers back at you, for example. I fall
Into the caverns of who I am, for the moment, but
They’re so shallow. The paths I walk have barely
Budged since I was born and I will never
Remain. Perhaps the feeling of absurdity is
The only true religion that exists.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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