Anxiety,
A lways waiting for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes, so it's today she must live on, but when today comes its gone leaving no remembrance of suffering in her incomprehensible world, no happy revelations to smile for, no flashes of sudden recall, nothing that would dazzle her in awe... just a vague recollection that fills her mind with dread, a strange nostalgic feeling for things that are no more, but were... things that existed some place, somehow, somewhere... her soul always afraid of what... Sign in to see full entry.