It finds me when I wake up,
It finds me when I leave my home,
It finds me at work,
It finds me in the food I eat,
It finds me in the things I touch,
It finds me in the people around me,
I find it in myself.
These are the thoughts that have been on my mind recently. This uncomfortable occupation that my mind wanders onto every time I feel silence.
And I blame myself. I’ve oversaturated myself, gorged on a media driven frenzy, the sadness, the anxiety, this zeitgeist of fear we find ourselves in currently.
And it’s not like I’m not occupied.
I keep busy.
I’m still working.
It’s not at the forefront of my day.
I can see it every so often, creeping at the edge of my vision.
A shadow I know is there.
It finds me in the quickening of my pulse,
the tightening in a single breath,
it’s invasive, it’s aggravating, it’s terrifying, it’s exhausting.
Over-peppered with overlapping sentiments:
don’t forget that,
wash your hands,
do what you want who cares,
if you’re still asking you’re the problem.
It’s like all we can do is wait for something to happen?
I find it when I wake up,
I find it when I leave my home,
I find it at work,
I find it in the food I eat,
I find it in the things I touch,
I find it in the people around me,
It’s found me,
So here I stay,
Isolated in my zeitgeist of fear,
Just like everyone else.