Anxiety
Anxiety.
Reeling because the steps to the front door,
Fell. Crashed through the ground.
There’s something endless over there.
As the grass parts away.
Anxiety.
But also intangible.
Like someone who has eyes but also nothing.
Posing as if there is about to be the rainstorm of a lifetime.
Pounding, crashing,
Slightly burning.
Then three years go by.
I promised it would be better.
I’m in my hiding spot.
There’s something endless about three years.
Parts away.
Humid feelings.
Anxiety.
I think another three years will go by.
Until then I made it to the steps at the front door.
Again.
Fell. Crashed.
Again anxiety.
If anyone cares.
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