more than a cup can bear

the feeling came, as instant as a fly inevitably pesters a dung mound. in moments of being alone, it felt like a cascading water wall of loneliness drowning pretenses and semblances of happy thoughts into a pool of depression. more than what a usual cup of caffe mocha can fix, a generalized worrying and untraceable anxiety is once again taking over, and all that can be done now is to wait for this phase to fizzle away, as it did many times before, unless...


i allow myself to disappear.