I want to create
with each breath that I take
I want to bring life into the world
my ideas
are like children
freshly born and wild
ready to run around in circles and sing songs to the trees

my thoughts are like babies
cradled with my heart
nurtured until they are ready to be shown to the rest of the world

the fragility that exists almost solely within the human soul
has yet to be documented in anything other than a psychologists report

your anxiety is out of control
you should calm down
take deep breaths
don't worry so much

*but when I hold the future in the palm of my hand
how can I care less
and not worry about ******* it up?