Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
~~Waiting For The Meltdown~~
Flame is burning down the wick
Hours passing, minutes tick
Sun is setting in the sky
Days and weeks are wisking by
Build the damn, to block the flow
Hurry to the high plateau
Run for safety, seek refuge
Detonate the ticking fuse
Grab the raft on stormy seas
Inoculate the dread disease
Distressful, brooding, anxieties
Burn down my fragile pieties
Love Tinka