Free floating, heart racing
Trying to make it through this one minute
Knowing there will be many more minutes, seconds, hours, days and years
or something along those lines and I’m hungry but for the wrong emotions
I can’t be right today or is it today?
I’m not sure if it’s today or tomorrow or Friday or Tuesday.
It’s Monday, and I know it. I’m just fucking with you…whoever you are.
I wrote a lot of words and I’m not sure if they are good because
I’m waiting for unanswered emails
and I have a profound fear of rejection that I
keep pushing through knowing that
not everyone likes me and
in fact the few people that do, I can count on one hand on a given day
because I annoy the shit out of myself so
how can anyone actually like me?
But they do…like me.
Anxiety causes my thoughts to race, my chest to expand, my heart to question what I know to be true and
I’m glad that you’re reading this, because
it means that these emotions are being validated by
your eyes.
