圈圈之地

You say I worry too much.
The way my voice is shaking on the phone and the way I roll around in bed at night. How I nervously tear cash receipts into pieces and forget my cup of coffee in the kitchen every now and then.

You laugh. I definitely worry too much.

I stop by conversations, listen to the whispers. Pretty sure they were talking about me, didn't they? Don't be silly, you say.

We arrive at your favorite place. Your comfort zone. Your tiny kingdom where everything is okay for a minute, for an hour or any time you want. You split it, and I get the other half of it.

I think I'm okay now.