One...
Two...
Three...
Breaths...
I'm standing on my windowsill looking out on the city.
The sidewalk is thirteen stories below, covered in tiny ants swarming around, trying to get to work,
School,
Interviews,
Internships,
Tourist sights.
The sun is hanging in the sky like a bare bulb, shining with one of those super bright Eco-lights.
My brain is a swirling black mass of fear and being overwhelmed. I'm being crushed in tidal waves of "everything's wrong" and being pelted by raindrops of "I don't know why".
Should I jump and just let it go?
Should I crawl back into bed?
I think I'll crawl back into bed.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
