Panicked, panicking, will be panicking.. ..

Writing? The only power that moves me, that makes me panic.

Yes. I am panicking as I am pushing my thoughts out from my head and into this post. I was panicking the first time I sat down took my pen and started putting whatever was going on in that tinny brain of mine into the blank paper in front of me. My feelings. My thoughts. It is like putting me into words. How could I do that? How could I not do that? What is the way to do so? To perfectly put me into a paper? Would the words I know be enough? Am I that describable? Am I that easy to simply be expressed in my vocabulary? Am I that complicated not to be described with few words? Ugh! I really did not know back then nor now, nor would I expect to know any time in the future.. ..

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