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.