Worry Research

Bleach

Borax

Soap

Rubbing alcohol

Grab whatever you can to wipe off the stupidity 

Before it devours me

With its aimless teeth

And it’s crooked smile

But I haven’t known them for a while

Who am I to guess what they are

This anxiety that is eating me alive

Some terrible

Incorrect

Ruthless

Projection of who I am

But who I don’t want to be anymore.

Lifted, done.

Incontrovertibly decided, done.

Change your beliefs.

It will change your outcome.

You have the ability inside you.

From inside this old iPhone like an oracle

Answer the door to a newer world

One where irrationality won’t consume you.