This is a comment I had posted on facebook lately in the light of all the darkness and frustration I have been faced with. I have been going in and out of anxiety attack after anxiety attack, this is how I have felt lately due to its aggravating grasp on me.

Years ago, I suffered from an Anxiety disorder. I developed a fear of bees, that would paralyze me. I am better know… but this depicts those times.

This a poem I wrote about my fears as days go by having just lost my job only two weeks ago.

Hope that the coming of the light sheen.

A "poem" I wrote today in class.

The life of a people, the African Nation.

Life in the city.

This is a poem about bad memories.

A short poem about the inner turmoil we all face at some point or another.

My idea for acid rooms was originally meant to be either in written or drawn form. I came up with it at my friend’s house staring off into space and imagining rooms that take on lives of their own, where some can be a feeling whether emotional or of the five senses, a memory that replays over an over, a person, a place, anything really. The idea was to imagine what walking through her house would be like on acid where things are distorted and reality is unreal. This however turned into something completely different and is a series I am still working on, this is the first part.