Scrolling through a screen, finding events that bore me.

A mass murder, shootings, robbery, and confusion

Something happening across the globe not concerning me.

Yet only I already know how much it scares me to think of something happening in my own home.

These things could happen when I least expect it.

My anxiety tenses with every anticipating moment of danger.

Fears always calling me and taunting me with my own name.

They dance circles around my mind, laughing at my own crying, and setting something that I don’t even want to know.

Yet there are those that have experienced different from me and all the same.

A certain experience that has improved their lives or had given them a time to remember.

Those are the moments in which I so desperately want to live, no more waiting for any kind of fun to begin.

But the real question of all of this is:

“Do I risk it or do I stay as I have always been?”