Wrapped with Paper and String

Easily missed by sight, but heavily felt. Sleepless nights and exhausting days. Like a predator sitting on your shoulders, breathing down your neck. All your fears attack you all at once - flooding your mind like a tsunami with no end in sight, then -

nothing

The emptiness seems to scream louder than the wild commotion of those fears. But which is better?   ...   Which is worse? You crave to feel something - but is it better to feel nothing rather than this endless despair? There is no escape. It’s only one extreme or the other. One burns your will to keep going and your soul, like an acidic poison consuming you from the inside - and the other? 

nothing

You’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t.  And this is where the colourless creatures thrive. In the tumultuous layers of self-doubt and loss of self. Do I set forth to achieve my goals, or do I look after and nurture my shattered soul? Is it possible for one to do both simultaneously? Or am I doomed to pick only one and either destroy myself in the hopes of obtaining a goal, or go nowhere and hold on to the simple life I lead now? Do I aim for the best I can achieve or do I accept myself as a failure and end up as -

nothing

Beware of the colourless creatures. For they never truly leave. When dark thoughts encroach, there’s always hope that you’ll get past them, back to the brighter days. But the colourless creatures are always there. Ever ready to strike - to tear you apart. Consuming all that you are, until you’re left with