I pull down the sky at the first sign of a raindrop. Every “off” day, every disconnect, I start rehearsing a new goodbye. These eyes can never see the forest for the trees. Every shift in energy has me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I am always so hung up, so caught up, so stuck on every disaster that never was. Some days, I overthink myself into a nervous haze. I just want to find my way.
