Highs Below Zero

Midnight is when I oscillate between “leave your life behind, flee into the woods” and “there is no escape, stand your ground.” Anxiety, it’s a hell of a problem.

Get some rest tonight, Vero. Try. Everything you worry about at night will be waiting for you in the morning. You don’t need to visit it in bed, too.

Wouldn’t it be nice to turn off the dripping tap that is insomnia?

Until then, we draw.

V