Sunday, January 22, 2012

Anxiety

It started at the tiny table this morning
And hung around all day playing peek-a-boo
The sort of excitement that's not the fun kind
The feeling that no matter what I'm doing
I'm supposed to be doing something else
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  1. claudia messelodiJanuary 24, 2012 at 5:00 AM

    I know this feeling very well, unfortunately. You conveyed a beautiful stunning description of anxiety

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