I feel empty today. Hollowed out, like a gourd with its insides scooped. Because anxiety took me over and left me feeling like a shedded skin, my living self gone elsewhere.
I left work and the streets were flowing with people, but once I got through the alley the world went quiet. The only sound the faint squeaking of wheels––a boy riding his bike in circles on the pavement. I went up the stairs, felt weary and hot. Came into my darkened living room, cast off my shoes, opened the lefthand glass door. Let the unforgiving air pour in.
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