feel it throb

stress all over my body. all over my head.
i can feel it throbbing inside my muscles. even harder on my heartbeat.
breathing is more shallow yet harder. wait, it's hardly even audible.

so many things to do, so many things to think about.
so many things running inside my head, lined up waiting to be ticked off my mental "to-do-list".

yet i feel so paralysed as i sit here and write.
so tired, pretty unwell. many many obligations.

can't wait for my sweet escape.
blue cloudy skies, clear sea waters, and sand between my toes.
hand in hand, strolling across the beach. head on his shoulder, enjoying the cool night breeze.

each task will make me stronger.
i will love the feeling of accomplishment, ticking off one task after another.

it's a joy to be busy, a joy to serve.
it's a greater joy to write, to understand, to make my feelings clear.
:)