I Love Worry
I love worry, because it makes me feel like I am someone.
If I didn't worry about this life, whether or not
this universe is fit for my existence,
then who would I be?
Less than nothing.
I wouldn't exist anymore.
And that's scary.
But now that I love worry,
rather than hate it,
it doesn't scoop me up and hold me.
It doesn't torment me,
because I love it.
Come here and be my friend, Mr Worry,
or are you Mrs? Come here, please,
show me yourself, what you are made of,
Goodness, that feels good.
Where did you go?