Dear Anxiety,
when will you stop stalking me,
overthinking and leading me
into breathing without air?
I've been sleepwalking
under the street-lights
of the empty roads of insomnia,
trying to tell the moon about the sun,
hoping that the day can save me.
My heart has been so heavy,
it could sink without a splash.
Without morning,
I cannot stop this unknown
from entering my dreams,
but without the night,
I know I can't fall far
from the surface
I scraped myself up from.
My heart has been so heavy lately,
it could sink so silently,
without making a splash.
