Worry The World Away

... and then I suddenly remembered what living feels like. It's not just the blood going through your veins or the air passing in and out. It's not the smell of the world changing with the scenery, having the ground directly beneath you unable to keep up. It's not worrying about the future or dwelling on the past. It's somewhere between.

I can't imagine what I'll be in the end and sometimes it doesn't feel like I could change it even if I knew. The immediate is the only thing that changes, the rest is static. Noise. Simple distraction, and of little importance to living. Focus on that, and try a little harder.