A poem for your Tuesday
Updated: Sep 20, 2022

This one goes out to all the people out there who suffer from anxiety like I do. Our minds are not equipped to live in the world we've created, but we do the best we can. I see you.
The Thirst for Timelessness
Anxiety comes at night
When the day has tossed and turned itself to sleep
The moon shifts uneasily - a pupilless eye flooded with borrowed light
We are both satellites trapped in the orbit of time
I am in motion, though I long to be still
I submit to the ants, feel them crawl in my veins
Time dilates and shrinks in sync
With their tireless march
When it speeds up fast enough, I can drink it down straight
Like water from a well
I see parts of myself I was sure were long dead
See into the void and what lies beyond
And it was filled once with water
But every ounce of fluid has gone
To quench my existential thirst for stillness
And I think that if there was any pool
Still glistening from that cosmic hole
I’d see my own reflection
The void just casts me back at myself
Some days I am the Caller
Other times the echo
But every day I’m longing for time to slow
Knowing that I’ll only be still
When it entombs me
In that place where past, present, and future coalesce
Into singularity
I am the Sisyphus of the modern age
I begin by pushing a boulder up a hill
And by the end I am
Simultaneity
Eternity
Uncertainty
Entropy
Longing for the illusion
Of timelessness