Paranoia penetrates deep and runs,

Collaterally against what I desire

Is where I will gaze and just be,

Hoping is addicting

Like getting a paper-cut in the soft skin between your fingers

Certainty makes a promise and knowledge tormenting

The throat clenches and every rapid breath is assigned its own weight

They come in pairs

Their still faces behold puzzlement and fascination

Smirking endlessly without any expressions

Yet they are responsible for my emotions

All of them, they depart for what seems a brief while

I determined yet helpless reveal anxiety through my sweaty palms

They’ll be back…