In a nutshell definition #1:

Anxiety: 
When things start to look up, I can't sleep. 
When things take sudden turns, I can't sleep. 
When things don't seem to make sense, I can't sleep. 
When things make my heart sink, I can't sleep. 
When I can't sleep, I look up. 
When I can't sleep, I twist and turn. 
When I can't sleep, I make no sense. 
When I can't sleep, my heart sinks.

Soon

Pretty soon, I will be looking down at the floor, sifting back and forth as the train slithers through the tunnel, my hands will feel different after I hold the pole and my book bag will get in everybody's way. Pretty soon, I will be chasing after a train that will inevitably delay.

Is My Night Over?

This day started yesterday, 
making it apart of my night last night. 


Although I lay in bed midway the day, 
one can compare my sleep to diving in knee-deep. 


My imagination skips taking deterrent trips, 
while I sink in my bed trying to rest my head. 


Time takes shifts mindfully sober, 
it's only 11:11PM is my night over?

To Leaving New York

Dearly Beloved, 

I can't summon the courageous fortitude needed to climb your mountainous plateau of depression. As per now, I am mindlessly preparing for the emotional detachment ahead. I will one day leave you. Inevitably returning because I love you. Although we are total opposites, you, a hyper child fast asleep, me, an adrift father lacking relinquishment, we belong together. To hell if you don't see it; I see it. Quintessentialism is a product of fervency and obstinacy.

Love,

Sajjad Mohammed Hossain