anxiety

Maybe we all need to be a little crazy

inventing creaks in the night

painting our to-do lists with lipstick on mirrors.

Perhaps a person is more than neatly combed hair and a polished resume.

Peut-etre nail-biting and the hatred of even numbers

does more for us than being sane ever could.

We are not made of stone,

we’re sun-scorched meadows

rock concerts

and the road everyone takes on a spur-of-the-moment road trip.

We’re anxiety

We’re bravery in the face of illogical fear

We’re here to stay

Terrified and beautiful

For the rest of forever