Word Vomit 04 - The Song of Chaos

Waiting is the bane of existence. It takes time out of things you'd rather be doing. Waiting for your food to finish cooking in the oven when you've been hungry for over an hour. Waiting for that one person to message you back on an important topic. Waiting for the court to make a decision. Or, like right now, you could be waiting on your results from the doctor. 

My hands pound to the tick of the clock above the door. In my mind, scattered lyrics of panic litter the thoughts that I, on any other day, would have peacefully. My heart beats to the sound of a thousand drums. In the grinding of my teeth, I can hear the cacophonous melodies of anxiety. Waiting is the bane of existence, and it sings to the song of chaos.