Worrying

I've memorized the cracks in the dry wall on my ceiling,

My body wants sleep by my mind wants answers.

The sound of my heartbeat is so loud in my head but all it does is remind me

There are limited beats left.

Enough for a 100 years, or a 100 seconds

A limited amount of time

To see the world

To meet other people

To learn other languages

To live

And I'm laying here; looking at cracks in the ceiling.

Worrying.