Like clockwork, that’s how it was. Not even arisen, yet ready to ruin my day.
How does it know? Perhaps subconsciously.
What do you want? Apart from my sanity.
Oh anxiety, how I hate thee.
I wrote this short verse with my feelings ahead of a supposed BDSM session tonight. Anxiety is something that I always experience ahead of a session, hence, lit’s ike clockwork. Whilst this verse was written of course with my situation in mind, it is of course applicable to anyone living with anxiety on a regular basis, with or without a known cause.