I find a word somewhere on my morning walk, and I don’t know what it means. I stash it away in my bag as a keepsake, a reminder of the wonderful morning I feel lucky to breathe in.
The horror starts when the bag starts getting heavy. My shoulders ache, so I place it on the floor and the floor cracks up with its weight.
The word has grown into a full-fledged story by night – a story I do not wish to acknowledge or face.
An unnamed emotion can crack up the conscious mind, and give rise to …. abnormality, insanity, manic, depressive, bipolar, schizophrenic … I don’t know the right word for it, and none of these are similar to the word I found.