I don't know anymore.

what is anxiety

are you a bit sensitive to the woes of the world?  or the chemical reactions –in the hearts of atoms birthed inside      of dying stars slowly                    becoming conscious                                                    again.

why do we suffer? why do we cry?

i remember being just a teenager but why in my heart do i still feel anger

why do we wait? peering through our rose-scented rear- view mirrors inside our rage

i held back kisses from the side of your neck slowly pull the tips of your hair back and soaking in your beautiful scent with my nose caressing the side of your face

we’re a minefield of tiny deaths resurrecting itself from another dimension into a multi- faceted personality traits 

never talk about them [redacted]  or they will kill you…

         #PROTECTHIM