Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to worry about. Like I've gotten to a smooth road in an ever-changing road trip.
I start to wonder if I deserve it. Or if something will creep into the road and cause my car to crash.
I think you can tell the road trip is a metaphor for my life. But road trips have destinations in mind while I don't.
Some people say that you can't live your life in fear. I have always agreed. Until I realized we are always afraid. Just ignoring it sometimes and acting as if it doesn't affect us until it becomes our reality.
I think when you live with a fear it almost helps you sometimes. To expect the unexpected. But it also makes you to not enjoy your happiness when you have it.
Is that what I'm doing. Going through life, living, but always waiting for something to go wrong. Is that what anxiety is? I don't really know.
I think I'm happy. I think I'm where I want to be. I want to say that whatever comes my way won't change that. But there is this constricting hold that pushes me and leaks in that tells me Not quite.
Happy? Not quite.
Comfortable? Not quite
Prepared? Not quite.
Broken? Not quite.
Lost? Possibly.
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Poems Collection
PoesíaAll my poems and everything. This is just going to be a book of all the poems that I can come up with. Once I upload one or two i will say its complete since it doesn't have to wait for another part of anything so yeah. If you have any ideas or well...
