Insects Of Anxiety
Last night I couldn't crawl out of my skin fast enough.
The insects of anxiety were racing under the blanket of flesh that hides me from you.
I was trapped inside of my own head, caged in with the inmates that claim these confines.
thoughts of this, thoughts of that, exploded into a kaleidoscope of memories.
I watched you smiling an empty smile as I stood at my two windows, windows that laid underneath the setting of your sun.
A couple times I caught you looking into my eyes, my windows, wo