Anxiety
Anxiety.
I have to have noise.
Not that noise.
It’s the tv in the background.
I don’t do much these days.
Anxiety.
It has to eat too.
Food.
I don’t have to hunt and gather like in ancient times.
Sometimes, I wish we did.
We all did that, thousands of years ago.
Anxiety.
We have to move in sync.
Or else we stutter.
We have to go to bed at 9:30 pm.
Around, around, around.
Water bottle on the floor next to my bed…
I almost tripped over it.
Anxiety.
I could have it.
I could get evaluated someday.
Or I could cook toast for breakfast.
Or I could get ready for work.
Anxiety.
Is it when…
You know?
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