.
.

my body is here
but my mind is elsewhere
constructing chaotic scenarios

my anxiety really gets ahold of me
and keeps me going anywhere
or doing much of anything

I welcome death, but
life scares me shitless
so I hide in my house

but

when I take her into my lungs
none of that **** really matters
and my mind is free to wander

everyday tasks become an adventure
as some of that childlike sense of wonder
makes things **** less