From darkness

It scurries back to the darkness from whence it came. 

Its attack is a sudden, total devastation. Having completed its mission, it evaporates. As if it never existed.

But it was there all along. Lying in wait. Just under the surface. Bubbling with increasing intensity. 

When it arrives, it brings with it an isolation unforeseen. How could it possibly feel like this? How could I possibly feel like this, so totally out of the blue? Unpredictable. Like a wrecking ball to my mind. It is simply a predator and I am the prey. 

So what can I do to protect myself from these attacks? How do I fight when I am encased in a bubble of doom? No air. No light. No hope. 

And how can I explain what is wrong if I don’t even know myself? How do I put words to something so implausible? 

Anxiety. I don’t want you.