Put some miles on it...

It was that sort of sleep in which you I woke up every hour and thoughts to myself that I have not been sleeping at all; I was able to remember dreams that almost felt like reflections, like daytime thinking slightly warped. The thing is that I've spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won't leave, and fearing that it's a matter of time before they figure me out and go. I've always thought of my anxiety like a rocking chair. It gives me something to do, but it doesn't get me very far. Not very far at all.