i'm crying
it's all so hard
i'm flying*
even though i'm in the back seat of a car

(ABD)

Anxiety
As the thoughts come
I get more anxious.
My hands begin to shake
and my heart begins to race.

Anxiety
God, why don't I have any control?
My mind has a mind of it's own.
Why can't I stop the thoughts from coming?

(ABD)

Sometimes...I think.
I think about life
and my role in yours
and if I am as small
as I see myself in your eyes
and if you find me funny
or maybe even remarkable.

I begin to hope that I am
as important to you as
you are to me
even though I often
feel like a sentence in a
one-thousand page book.

(ABD)

It doesn't interest me
to know how much you make
or what your grades are
or what your parents do for a living.

What interests me is what gets that sparkle in your eye --

I want to know how you pick yourself up when you're down
and how you deal with heartache and despair.
I want to know how you deal with sadness, yours and mine.
I want to know what gets your fingers tapping and your blood boiling.
I want to know what you do when your back is against the ropes and all you can do is hope.

I don't care to know
all that you have missed out on,
but rather what will you do with all that you have now.

I want to know that you will not let the regrets overcome you,
and that you will appreciate all that you have
even if it wasn't what you had originally anticipated.

- Ashes (ABD)