I am an overthinker.
I read between the lines and listen to pauses,
Then wonder if they were ever really there at all.
I notice the shift in tone,
A glance that lingers too long,
And I carry it further than I should.
I question my questions,
Rewind conversations,
And always wish I’d say something else.
I pick things apart,
Even though they were probably fine.
But I’m always second guessing,
Because my mind doesn’t rest.
It spins.
It rewrites.
It fears.
It wanders.
Too much.
My Broken Infinity