I was dead. Not physically. Though mentally. Words seems to make no sense. Talks are harder to move. Songs play but I can't hear them. Little by little my mind was drowning in the ocean full of pressure and hopes.
Some people argue that it's nothing like pressure or anxiety, because they have never felt it. They have never been in a situation that eats them like a deadly creature.
Sometimes it feels like my own heart pumps misery instead of blood, and dizziness take over and I'm numb. Body is trembling, eyes are wide open, nights are sleepless, days are lifeless. I become a torn out wrapper thudding in between sea waves of people and their expectations.
There are times when it's over the line, and I feel like I might not breath again. But somehow I crawl out of the situation and get back. Now I don't know, how long I'll hold onto it.
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