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The Most Fun Kind of Anxiety

 

The Most Fun Kind of Anxiety

The world hurts.

What does that mean?

The world can feel.

It cries just like you and I.

I miss your touch.

I have not felt the embrace in ages.

Ages you say.

Ages are not your touch but the feeling of being touched.

All anxiety disappears when I am with you.

I love the embrace the world can give.

I miss the field near my childhood home.

It was golden.

It only needed a few trims a year.

It gave the most amazing feelings ever.

Just lying in it and rolling around.

Could philosophers have rolled around in my field?

Could I be a philosopher?

I have often found myself relating.

I have never wanted something again like what I have with you.

I want to lie in a field of gold again.

I would share my field with you.

I want to feel that embrace.

I want the embrace that erases my anxiety.

I need that kind of love.

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