I’m feeling anxious tonight and I don’t care for it.
Tends to come around when the day is done, you’re alone and there’s no task, no execution.
I’d like to keep reading, try to dive into a story, but you’re just fuckin fidgety. I actually got a decent hotel room, ate a proper meal, .,feels like my third eye is shooting piercing stares at a whim .
“mother-fucker, what are you trying to see? what are you trying to look at?”
(anything else)
Doubt is right around the corner, you start the day with a steady hand, but you give in by nightfall.
“There are tools to mitigate these things you feel.”
I’m big on outlets, venting and whatnot. Typing violent or homicidal feelings are just that, typing. None of that is true, nor has it ever been…
(which god do you want to try tonight?)
dawn 