Time is a human construct
made with years
of reinforcement from clocks
time is the way we see life
seconds
              minutes
hours
               days
weeks
            months
years
             decades
constructs are only measurements
but these define your life

My imagination is temperamental
constantly brewing new ideas
sometimes this ends
in volatile circumstances
and I’m shut out
sometimes I have
to remind my imagination to calm down
but the anxiety doesn’t agree

My hands shake
and all I do is stare at them
the people around me
unaware of its significant
my gaze is unfocusing
because my imagination is taking over
which is never a good thing

Anxiety is wondering
finding the worst scenario
and elaborating on it
anxiety is a fast growing plant
climbing up walls
and erasing everything else
anxiety is erratic
going from saying something
to college applications
anxiety is living in the future
forgetting what is right here and now

I debated about
sending an email
but I don’t want to bother you
so I sit alone
feeling worse every second
still the emails are silent
unsent, unread
and there they shall remain