Another Day.

The feeling is here again.
Its the first thing I feel in the morning, and the last thing I feel at night.
When will it go away?

Tomorrow maybe, or next week?
Even next month?
But not today.
It never goes away today.
It always waits until another day.

I need it to go away.

Better.

Slightly better.
In a way.
But maybe not.
Who knows nowadays?

Anxious still,
but definitely better.
I will NOT take those pills.
Never.

Hope it gets even better yet.
Trying not to worry,
and live with no regrets.

Beginning or Ending?

Beginning.
The start.
But doesn't something have to end in order to have a beginning.
And then again, time is continuous.
So is life.
Life doesn't stop.
It doesn't stop for anything.
Not me, not you...nothing.
So how can there be a beginning?

Maybe there isn't.

Maybe a beginning is just
a different state of mind.
A different medication.
A different school.
A different job.
A different friend.
A different illness.
A different emotion.
A different feeling.

But with all of these beginnings come endings.

Which one is better? The new or the old?
They say the grass is always greener on the other side, but what happens when its not?
What happens when you decide to end one thing and begin another, but you want to take it back?

Life goes on, so I guess there is no such thing as a beginning or an end.

One or the other must come soon.
I need the greener grass.

I need an
Ending.