Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

Nothing like the feeling of having something that you love held upon you, very, very closely indeed. Envy you, Linus.

How does one overcome such an emotion?

An emotion one is not able to fathom, what more understand, or perhaps merely describe in words?

A feeling as if a task is not done quite right, where perfectionism is not within reach. Where wholesomeness is definitely out of the question.

Like an empty mansion.

Atelophobia