Anxiety slips into even the smallest cracks of our lives.

They tell you to be positive.
And you think that you are.

Until one day you're driving
and you realize your whole life
you've been slowing down at green lights
simply because
they're bound to turn yellow
soon enough.

I have witnessed a person break right in front of me. Break. And I remember the crack of a broken voice, the gasps for fleeing oxygen, the stone cold stare of pain...
It's funny... there have been many a tragedy in this cruel world. I have seen beautiful buildings, now rubble and ash. Entire forests, now ablaze, the smell of smoke intoxicating the air. Cities, submerged by oceans. The earth itself - split -like a piece of paper.
Isn't it funny? Or is it strange? How buildings, forests, cities, the planet we live on --- crumble before us and may never be repaired.
And yet, I have witnessed a person, break. Only to face the world the next morning without even a visible scar.
~ I remember my high school English teacher's words, "Humans, they have the innate ability to cope with unpleasantness." ~

I have half assed memories
of mostly slurred words,
tempting me
with the curious thought:
how strange is it that our biggest fears
are centered largely
around others.
How ironic.
The sober neglect this,
But
In whisky kissed souls
these truths
cling deep.