This restlessness. Like a disease. Creeping up in me. Losing my head.
A teenage affliction one would have thought.
Wondering what life would be in the next decade.
Who will I share it with.
Thinking about lost dreams and lost love.
Thinking about what I haven’t got and what others have.
Green. Envy. Anxiety. Questions.
Fearing that time is ticking away.
Fearing boredom.
Fearing mediocrity.
What am I afraid of when the world seems like my oyster?
I fear the oyster maybe empty.
