Five minutes of neurosis.
Five minutes of losing yourself.
Five minutes of damnation.
The terrifying truth is that at any given moment, you’re one thought away from a nervous breakdown. If you relax your grip for one second, he slips in and gnaws at your consciousness. He amplifies your fears and reduces your choices to a hopeless surrender. He’s always bigger, stronger, engulfing you in his grey world where your shadow resides and forcing you to languidly swirl for an eternity inside your head.
“You are by yourself among people.”
“You are never enough.”
“Life will devour your soul.”
A hand on your shoulder jolts you back to the present moment. He’s gone for now; you are still here.