Scary and unknowing,
I turn off the noise.
Too much,
too little,
and the days don’t go fast enough.
If I take another breathe at least I know I’m still here.
Life is so broken now,
and the world we took for granted leaves us all connected.
Home becomes the constant,
and the things that once were so normal are temporarily gone.
We find other ways to pass the hours.
So in this scary and unknowing time,
I turn off the noise.

Anxiety feels like I’m not the real me.
The real me is locked in a cage
And I don’t have the key.

Thinking is a blessing and a curse.
As humans we jump to conclusions and can assume the worst.

Do I look ok? Is she my friend?
I know I’m driving him over the bend.

Do you think giraffes worry, as humans do?
Is my neck too long? Is my tongue too blue?

I guess they just eat their leaves and do what they can.
It is a strange thing being a human.

Oh, if I could I sleep forever on a daydream's cloudy cushion,
I'm cowering again from the thrilling thunder of life's perpetual percussion,
Oh, if I could rest of an evening by the warmth of your dear smile,
No need to feel the terror of time, time would go out for a while.

arent't you afraid
that you'll die
the same way
that you've been living
with an apology
always stuck to the back of your teeth

aren't you afraid
that one day you'll choke
on how much you care

your vague and generic words don't soothe my worry...
it seems like you immediately went to talking to someone as soon as I left the room...
and your only offer of reassurance was your generic, "you're the only woman in my life"...
but I know I don't just have to worry about women with you...
i have to worry about everything.
i feel like you don't care anymore, and I'm not sure where this feeling is coming from.
but it has been growing and there have been no reassurances from you that seem genuine anymore...

Don't worry.
I collapse.

It’s alright.
My voice cracks.

I'm okay.
Another tear shapes.

It’s fine.
My heart breaks.