From paragator to a little monster

It’s a monster, it began as a paragator and then really took flight.
Mental illnesses dosed in ink take birth in my aching alienated mind.
I have time to and the resources to mellow my anxiety enough to sit.
Moment to moment.
Minute to minute.

Minute to minute.
Just need some Flow.
I sit with intention.

To sit and to paint and to be present with my current place in this body.
Despite the day, the circumstances anxiety is there dropping daggers down my spine.
There isn’t a reason.

It’s just my baseline, the invisible daggers target vital functions.
But fuck it, I’m alive.

Here’ s to life, may it fuck you with greater courtesy then it has shown me.

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