When I stood on the ledge,
Hundred feet above
The thoughts flooding in and out of me,
About all the ones I loved
The wind brushing past me,
Yet I was suffocating with no air
The walls seemed to close in on me,
The fears clouding over me, more than I was aware
Blindfolded in darkness,
With no light to see
Spirits lofting over,
The pitch black scene
Standing in the mirror,
I tried to contain my fears
Brushing the loose curls off my face,
I didn't feel better than I appeared
The end is coming,
I can't hide my panic
There was Pearl Harbour,
Not to mention the Titanic
Counting the last seconds,
As my life flashed by
All the past memories,
Played before my eyes
Euphoria, the state of ultimate bliss,
Overcoming your fears is something hard to miss
Just close your eyes and count to ten,
Overcome your anxiety and just pretend,
That everything will get better, in no time at all,
Just think of the adventure and don't worry about the fall.
~Via
Euphoria- the state of ultimate bliss and happiness.
Phobia- Irrational Fear.
Oxymorons.
Why would I put them together? Because there's no fear without excitement. There's no happiness without sadness. There's no giving without the receiving.
~Liv
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