Be wild

Poem 5

(I will say when it is my art *akwardly laughs*)

Restlessness.
That feeling of spiders creeping around your heart, making it feel afraid, making it go faster. Your head is preparing for a lockdown, for if something horrible happens. My body is cramping up, preparing to fight or flight.

It's midnight.
My mind will not stop thinking about all the bad scenarios that could happen tomorrow.
You didn't prepare enough.
You haven't done all your tasks.
You weren't perfect.
Tomorrow you have bad luck.
All of these things are going through my mind like some bad kind of mantra. It's annoying, and hurting, and making me feel insane.

And you know what?
I'm done with it. Done with overthinking, done with feeling bad about something that 'could' happen. The voice of this powerful anxiety can shut up.
I don't care what's tomorrow.
I will see what future brings me.
Come and take me then life. I'm ready for you. Give me everything you have prepared for me. I will be ready to fight the bad things, pick up the good things.
I will be ready for you, and I will let you die one day.