Stress

Stress –noun
1. importance or significance attached to a thing; emphasis: to lay stress upon good manners.
2. Phonetics . emphasis in the form of prominent relative loudness of a syllable or a word as a result of special effort in utterance.
3. Prosody . accent or emphasis on syllables in a metrical pattern; beat.

(better word title for this post, anxiety)

Anxiety –noun, plural -ties.
1. distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune: He felt anxiety about the possible loss of his job.
2. earnest but tense desire; eagerness: He had a keen anxiety to succeed in his work.
3. Psychiatry . a state of apprehension and psychic tension occurring in some forms of mental disorder.

Anxiety is something I hate. And this morning I woke up with that wonderful foreboding feeling. I am not sure the origin of this stressful feeling. Maybe from my post about Carlos. I don’t know. I just long for it to go away. Leave me feeling of stress. Leave me feeling of anxiety and fear. I no longer wish to house you inside my brain or my stomach for that matter. I do not want to live in that prison.

I will have hope that this feeling is nothing. Experience leads me to think otherwise. I will have hope that this feeling will leave me and I will be filled with light, and love and with ambition to complete all the things that would give me a peaceful, and restful weekend. So here is the song of the day. It speaks to me today, and leaves me with hope.

The Cave – Mumford and Sons

It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker’s hand

So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

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