Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Bang.

Photo courtesy: cYabari
Dear Anxiety,
If you so much as write to a neuron about making me anxious about you, I will turn into a mannequin. I know how much you love motion.
And if you so much as storm into my veins, planning on bursting me into an egotistical rain, I will just turn into a background. I know how much you love attention.
I dare you back,
Me.