a woman's body is a haunted house
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a woman's body is a haunted house
Fear becomes anxiety when it makes its home in you. Its chief attachment is not memory or villain or situation or future; its chief attachment and subject is you. This strange and imprecise fear can torment the body and enshroud all other fear experiences.
They say they're glad I'm here
this is where I belong.
But I'm a ghost in this place.
They don't hear me talk or walk or breathe.
They forget I exist when I'm in the room.
Maybe this is my house and not theirs.
Maybe that's the truth.
Home isn't never going anywhere else—
it's coming back for your rest.
But I'm a ghost in this place.
I never left — I'm not