I'm a natural born worrier.
Always everything on my mind;
occupying every available space,
bouncing around like compressed air.
Each worry collides with familiar others,
leading me on a trail, a rollercoaster, a whirlwind.
Taking me though every inch of my brain.
Looping round my memories;
and sweeping through my intellect.
Ricocheting off
other things
so many times.
repeatedly,
over
and
over
again

that I can't remember what I was worried about in the first place.
Because the host of old ones,
have saved me from the unknown .