Decisions, decisions, decisions, decisions – too many decisions.
They surround me,
points of light in a world that is
I want to cry: hot streams of tears that will empty me of my
But I can’t.
I must wear my blank face, my dead face,
so that the voices don’t catch on that anything went
I must endure the strain in my throat that makes my voice dry and hoarse;
the questions that make my head whirl like a globe on a stand,
full of people, countries, oceans.
A.N. I let the anxiety of perhaps having not made the right university choices overwhelm me; it was all I thought about for several weeks. Being the first time that I had to make such a big life choice, I was determined to do it well. I chose. I got cold feet. I regretted. I panicked. Yet I could do nothing about it. All I could and all that I can do is remember that everything happens for a reason.