Dear Anxiety

You know me all to well

as I sit in my silence continuing to dwell.

I stare at the clock

has time stood still?

It feels so late

yet there's still so much to do.

Should I text that person?

They never replied

have I upset them?

Of course not.

They're just forgetful, busy

preoccupied.

I can't keep scrolling through everything.

there's nothing new here too see.

I should get up

I should move

I know I can find something to do.

I can be alone.

I have no problem with that. 

It's just this brain of mine

always daydreaming

always thinking

what if?

should I?

can I?

why not?

I will

probably

possibly

maybe.

I should text them again.

Wait a minute

I already did that.

Don't bother them

They will respond

today

tomorrow

the day after that...