We both win. Count to three. It’s getting louder and you can’t mute the white noise by holding your breath. It’s not that easy and you know the truth. I’m burning candles like the lights are out. Trying to calm my nerves like the clouds before a storm- all eerie and hazy until lightening cuts through the trees. Everything goes up in flames eventually. We came from embers once, you do believe me, right ? Tell me your fears engulf you too. Tell me that you count the cracks in the ceiling and dare for it all to cave in. Tell me your hands shake, even when you’re told it’s okay. Sometimes I think I’m a shell of my thoughts and a product of my worries. I fight it with a thousands armies that I created in my mind. It’s all my mind. Don’t mind my chaos if you step too close. Please hold up your shield because I will point my arrow your way whether I love you or not. That’s just how this goes. Hands always folded in the shape of a gun. In the end, I guess we both win. AMT