I’m quietly overwhelmed by all my feelings lately, throbbing to the forefront of my mind like an math equation that hasn’t been planned out thoroughly. I get into a screaming match in the middle of the night, throwing my voice and words around like an avalanche. The women in my life know me so well, spilling their thoughts into words that sound like an echo of my own thoughts. My anxiety builds, and it threatens to overthrow this bleak shadow of a blanket I’ve wrapped my skin in or vice versa. Once the heart is splintered there is no going back, it swallows up the rest of you into an ocean of anguish. I dream of drifting into the night… taken by the darkness of the stars, the melancholy stare of the moon until my body disintegrates into a pile of ashes, even my clothes taken by the bleakness of the night.