The Feeling of Closing Your Eyes

One two three four-I can never quite get to five. The highway is a frightening place to face my fears or to test if I even have any fears. The fact that I can never get past four seconds lets me know that I still care about my own life. The feeling of closing my eyes for those four seconds I experience it all. I live my whole life in every second that goes by. It passes by like the cars that I speed past with confused and concerned faces. So instead of counting past four I write about what it feels like to sum up my life in just a couple seconds or in this case a couple poems that allow me to refuse those urges that I am still fighting: the demons of depression and anxiety that tightly grab a hold of me.