A little drained.
The feeling of anger seeping from your body is likened to the last curl of vitality that gently tugs itself out of your lungs.. a little boy pulling at his blankie caught in the front door...
The masterful power rises inside me and animates my motionless body, the Geppetto splaying my fingers in unattractive formations to Dr. Frankenstein these ugly rearing feelings... they're alive!
Anxiety makes you sweat and fret like a big fuzzy Yeti clinging to your back. Does anyone notice the Yeti? Probably not. But you do. He's making you weak at the knees, dragging you down. what a burden of responsibility.
But maybe you need to work out some.
As she reached for the fizzy, sparkling glass of champagne, her hair fell forward to shade her eyes in beautiful golden waves, competing majesty with the sun. The line of her jaw sloped to smooth her sweeping neck, angled into sharp shoulders... you'd surely impale yourself on your own kindness, trying to reassure her.
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