Bloom

It’s in my blood to feel impending doom,

I’m still learning how to forget about the fear,

And watch the flowers bloom.

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It’s alway shitty to think of the future as something scary, because as some people say, “it hasn’t happened yet”.

There’s always *something* I think about though, even if it’s tomorrow or a year from now, that gets me thinking of all the possibilities both good and bad. Maybe it’s a nurture thing because 95% of my family members are the ultimate worriers, but who am I to diagnose that issue?

I think some forms of fear can be helpful to a degree. In this case I’d say I use fear as a way to prepare myself, but as I type that out I think: “shit, preparing myself is not the same thing as staying up an extra two hours at night thinking of every ungodly possibility”.

Hold on while I get “que sera, sera” tattooed on my arm.