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Into flames of my creation
Into troubled thoughts, recede
Within this morbid relocation,
Where my darkest demons breed

They grow larger every moment
Left alone to feast and feed
All it takes to start the cycle
is a single worried seed

Anxious, scared and ill prepared
Despite my strong vexations
I know what must be done, and so
face down my limitations...
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Another vent piece. This one was drawn on my surface pro while watching animoo with my love and thinking a wee bit too much about living. It's not complete, but I realized I'll probably never finish it, and it has a bit too much to it to not share.

Anxiety is an awful beast, that can grow from a tiny seed into the lord of its own blazing inferno. Sometimes the only way at all to soothe those flames is to embrace the discomfort, terror and pain. Allow yourself to feel it, while realizing that those feelings can't do anything more. They can't hurt you. They can sure scare the hell out of you, but they can't hurt you. And they will pass.

In my own experiences, I've found it very helpful to stop right in the middle of any such showdown with those demons and think to myself, "these fires can't burn me." Because they can't. When I bring myself to accept that feelings are just feelings, with no power beyond that, it becomes so much easier to bring myself back from the brink.

And, well, that's what this piece, and the little poem along with it, are about. I share them, hoping that the imagery, words and thoughts might be identifiable to some of you folk. Maybe they'll help you through a tough spot, too. Or, maybe some of you will just look at it all and know that you don't struggle with these things alone.

Hang in there, guys. And never forget for a minute that you're loved~