unnecessary shorts

anxiety

I feel like a tall glass, slowly filling with water, no one thinks too much of it until it's about to overflow.

Stress is eating me up slowly, like the winter frost slowly nipping at at an oak's branches until they are left bare.

I've always been so sure of what I've wanted. But right now I've never felt so lost.

Feeling like I've been left behind by all I've known without any chance of catching up.

The most resilient are always those who can adapt to change, but it seems like I'm the first to go of Darwin's finches.

Change is so terrifying but it so happens to be that the only certain thing about life is that it will indeed change.

But how about me?

Will I change?

I sure do hope so