Worried look. Eyes echoing her beads, shiny, pink.
Tag Archives: anxiety
Jangling, fried and frazzled dura. Belted in. Car speak.
I’m not sure what time it is. The anxiety of the future has me in its grip.
Flashback to Nantucket and The Bean and
the anxiety of my last day there and not so long ago.
Rhyme Rhyme Rhyme rhyming one-stroke here we go.
Here I go and there I go,
I’ll try to rise,
I’ll try to rise,
I’ll raise my eyes,
I’ll all surprise,
I’ll stall the lies,
I’ll steal the whys . . .
Courage fails me, flies off like a flock. Set aside this jitteriness in jars. To have no adventure—it’s having no adventure, isn’t it?