With people who dont judge. They like me for who I am. Were not best friends. Were casual friends. Sharing chit chat and plates of food.
Yet all I can think about as I watch these people dance and relax merrily is that I cant let go of my worries as simply as they do. Partying can only stimy my anxiety for a moment or two but never for an hour or more. Im plagued by worries about tomorrow, sensations running through my body making me sick to my stomach, the low number in my bank account…
But does it really matter?
I also find that all thoughts eventually lead to you. My muse. My heartbeat. My thought monster.