Pacing. Twirling. Walking. Thinking.

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Twirling my curls around my finger like a ribbon tied to a balloon.

Twirling the strings hanging off my clothes like a piece of yarn I found on my desk.

Pacing back and forth. Asking myself why I can’t stay still.

Too many thoughts, causing the heart to beat fast. My brain to be overcharged and my personality to transform.

Pacing. Twirling. Walking. Thinking.

All but no rest.

Flying colors in my head. Flying words before my eyes.

Anxiety.

A biological natural drug, that lives within the depths of our brains.