I've been panicking lately. Not the kind of panic that has reason But a panic that stems from nothing or maybe something undefined. I've been worrying lately. Not the kind of worry that is logical but a worry that is scattered and splattered without lines. I can't makes sense of it because my stomach isn't sick. I'm not ill from out dated food or an airborne virus. I'm not coughing and sneezing or hacking or weezing or panting and grunting or sleeping disgruntled because of a flu. Maybe I'm just tediously thinking while overly planning and counting the days and routing the ways when I'll see you. I need to stop counting Every Little Thing. One two three, one two three, one two three. βIt will be okay.β